Watchong Fredbuck’s tall busty figure recede, har oyes clouded with tears
ba had changed, morphed into soterone she no longer recognized His vindictiveness and underhanded tactics were now identical to those of Maurice
Sushanty Hury of snow began to fall outside the window nketing the streets in white
The Christmas hights from <bst </b>month were still hanging their glow intermingling with the snowfall, a lingering reminder of the festive season.
The door was ying “Jingle Hells” <b>overhead</b>, as if everyone was in a celebratory mood, everyone but her. She sat dazed for a long time before hastily paying and piting the del
Marguerite’s cut was parked in the underground lot of the Thunderbolt Building She <b>had </b>to first return to the building before driving back to her mansion.
The manstens steps were covered in snow Marguente almost slipped as she climbed them
Upon seeing Marguente return, Nadine quickly made her a hot cup of tea, “Ma’am, the young master won’t being home tonight. He’s workingte”
Maurice rarely workedte Ever since Frederick left, he had been fearless for three whole years. Now, with Frederick’s powerful return and hispany’s growing Ses, Maunce naturally felt threatened
His absence was a wee respite for Marguente
Marguerite sipped her tea and nodded, “Alright, you can rest now”
Before leaving, Nadine handed Marguente a tube of itch relief ointment, “Ma’am, Teresa said her foot was itchy this morning I think it’s her birthmark acting up again She didn’t let me in, so would you mind taking this to her?”
Teresa had a red birthmark on the sole of her foot. It was small, but slightly raised.
When Teresa <b>was </b>bom, the birthmark was just a red mole, so Marguerite hadn’t paid it muchumind But as time passed, the mole grew bigger. Marguerite mmediately took Teresa to the <b>hospital</b>, and the doctors concluded that it wasn’t a natural birthmark, it was due to the father’s excessive smoking during conception the toxins in his body had affected the child, resulting in the birthmark.
This revtion had troubled Marguerite for a long time since Maurice never smoked.
She had even doubted whether Teresa was Maurice’s child! But, she had only ever been with one man, and that was Maurice. Perhaps he had been a heavy smoker in the past and quitter on? This <b>was </b>the only exnation Marguerite could think of
Meanwhile, in Teresa’s bedroom
The room was littered with Teresa’s sketches, some were taped to the walls, some scattered on the floor
The room was imbued with a sense of artistic disarray.
At that moment, Teresa was funously sketching a portrait on her <b>easel</b>. The top left corner of the easel had a blurred surveince photo taped to it. A man’s figure could be vaguely seen in the photo, but his face was indistinguishable.
Just then, Miley’s voice message came through. Teresa pressed y and heard Miley’s anxious voice, “Teresa! Have you finished the portrait I asked for? This surveince footage is quite blurry, can you work with it?”
Teresa tossed her pencil down in frustration, her babyish voice tinged with impatience. I’m working on it! I can recreate any face, no matter how blurry! Stop rushing me, I finish soon!
<b>Teresa </b><b>was </b>spoiled growing up and aside from y, nothing else interested her But half a year ago, she watched a TV show called “The Sketch Artist” and thought that being <b>an </b>artist was really cool! The protagonist could recreate a person’s face based on the vague figures from surveince footage, by observing the muscle
movements and bone structure.
Teresa was intrigued and decided to delve into the world of sketch artistry, finding many online courses to teach herself. She was smart and incredibly talented. Not only <b>did </b>she leam how to recreate faces from surveince footage, but she could also urately depict the aging process in her sketches
Most importantly, she could deduce the parents‘ appearances based on a child’s facial features!
And she was always spot on, never once making a mistake.