The answer was drowing near, <b>and </b>Marguerite was bing Increasingly anxious.
She nervously clicked on the picture that Miley had sent.
At first nce, Marguerite noticed the little boy in the corner of the photo, his shoulders slumped and his face downcast-
That was Hayes<b>! </b>
His ck, long puffer coat was too conspicuous; coupled with his characteristic downcast demeanor, Marguerite was almost instantly certain that the boy In the photo was that little boy!
Though Hayes kept his head down, his eyes remained focused in a fixed direction.
Marguerite caught the longing and sadness in Hayes‘ eyes.
Following Hayes‘ gaze, she noticed another child cradled In Yuna’s arms.
They were both dressed in matching Gi Jackets withrge logos.
In a sh, Marguerite realized why that child named Manley had been able to freely poke Hayes‘ head and behaved so aggressively towards him.
Parents are mirrors to their children, with Yuna’s clear favoritism, Manley was naturally spoiled and unkind to Hayes
A few days ago, when Hayes was looking at her, he was seeing Yuna in her! That’s why he was scared when he first saw her but surprised when she reached out to pat his head.
His cautiousness was all because of Yuna’s s!
Unexpectedly, Marguerite found herself feeling sorry for this child, Hayes. But on second thought, why should she feel sorry? These were Yuna’s children!
Whether Yuna was biased or not, had nothing to do with her!
Marguerite shook her head, the short–lived sympathy quickly reced by excitement.
Since those two children were indeed Yuna’s, then Frederick must have returned as well.
What about Jocelyn? Did Jocelyne back too?
Marguerite was desperate to rush to the mansion and see the man who had been haunting her dreams. But she couldn’t act impulsively now. She couldn’t get into the mansion, but she could wait here, right?
Frederick had to leave the house at some point!
Perhaps because she finally had an answer, Marguerite was somewhat overwhelmed with excitement. While she was waiting happily, a call from Maurice Winston came in, his tone rather displeased, “Where are you?”
“Meeting a client.” Maurice’s voice dampened Marguerite’s mood, and she quickly made up an excuse
“Don’t lie, I’ve been waiting in your office all morning, you never showed up”
Doesn’t this man <b>have </b><b>a </b>job? Why is he always hanging around her?
“What does it matter to you where I am? Goodbye.”
“Marguerite, don’t give me attitude. If I don’t see you in twenty minutes, I will stop looking for our son.”
<b>Because </b>she didn’t love Maurice, she always effortlessly won in their power struggles. She could freely hang up Maurice’s call, defy him, and even
humiliate him
Except for one asion, when he <b>used </b>the whereabouts of their son to threaten her
Marguerite admitted that she felt threatened. Her son was her sore point, something she couldn’t handle on her own.
Marguerite nced at the mansion,forting herself silently. There will always be another chance. If she couldn’t see him today, she coulde back
tomorrow
With that thought, Marguerite started the engine and headed towards her office
As she reached a crossroads, Marguerite saw a ck Mercedes van pass by
She noticed the car, but failed to notice that Frederick, the man she was infatuated with, and Jocelyn were in it
And Jocelyn in the car had noticed the familiar car speeding towards them.
Isn’t that her car? Could the person in the car be