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.

identity of the mysterious man from her

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

offers no second chances, and her regrets were now a burden too late to lift.

as she spoke, “Why didn’t

Winston estate to tell

to find Marguerite was not just to acknowledge

woman from that passionate night-a question left unanswered as the woman’s face captured

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

last grasp at hope; if the child wasn’t his, then the only other possibility was Marguerite.

find any excuse for her, believing she must’ve been manipulated by Maurice

often cruel, and he was

it, the sadder she became. She hadn’t realized the significance she held in his heart, and perhaps

face, her eyes brimming with tears and sincerity, she asked, “Do you

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