Chapter 509

In that moment, Marguerite struggled to steady her emotions. She had just discovered that the mother and son she had helped years ago were none other than Frederick and Jocelyn. How had she failed to recognize them all this time?

What touched her most was the realization that her small act of kindness, something she thought of as an inconsequential gesture, had stayed with Frederick for so long.

“When did you know that the girl, the one you were looking for, was me?” she asked.

His gaze turned distant, as if he were speaking of someone else’s life. “Three years ago, the day we fell apart.”

It was the same day her grandmother was laid to rest-the day Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her!

Marguerite cursed the timing of her knowledge.

Had she known earlier that Frederick had been searching for her, had she known of his intentions, she would never have gone to the Winston estate to meet Maurice.

unaware of the identity of the mysterious man from her past, it wouldn’t

to be with Frederick, even if it meant fleeing with him, far from the comforts of Stonebridge

chances, and her regrets were now a burden too

in her throat as she spoke, “Why didn’t

Winston estate to tell you everything,” he said.

to find Marguerite was not just to acknowledge the debt of a

wanted to know if she was the woman from that passionate night-a question left unanswered as the woman’s face captured on the security footage was unclear

before he could voice his doubts, Marguerite would reveal something far more consequential-something that would alter

Yuna to the island was a last grasp at hope; if the child wasn’t

were true, he’d find any excuse for her, believing she must’ve been manipulated by Maurice or

reality is often cruel, and he was left to face the painful outcomes alone.

significance she

eyes brimming with tears and sincerity, she asked, “Do you still hate

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