<span style="">Chapter 437


    <span style="">Marguerite was momentarily stunned “Excuse me, ma’am, what did you say?”


    <span style="">Caught in the throes of her grief for her lost daughter, Penelope swiftly shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing.”


    <span style="">Every time she saw a girl of her daughter’s age, she’d instinctivelypare them to her own child, seeking some form of sce.


    <span style="">But the resemnce between Marguerite and her daughter was particrly striking, which is why Penelope found herself staring a little longer than she should.


    <span style="">Afraid of losing herposure and breaking down in front of Marguerite, Penelope quickly excused herself after a brief response.


    <span style="">Suddenly, it clicked for Marguerite. The girl named Nina must be Penelope’s missing daughter, and Robert’s sister. No wonder she saw a familiar emotion on Penelope’s face.


    <span style="">It was the pain and regret of losing a loved one, coupled with a deep sense of guilt.


    <span style="">Numerous times, Marguerite had questioned herself. During childbirth, she had clearly seen the so-called doctor take away her son. Why hadn’t she fought back and blocked their way?


    <span style="">Marguerite was convinced that if she’d disregarded the advice and take her son back, he wouldn’t have gone missing.


    <span style="">But she was in so much pain then that she’d fainted. So, this incident became an eternally unhealed wound in Marguerite’s heart, and she would never be able to forgive herself…


    <span style="">Meanwhile, Robert had searched everywhere before finally locating Teresa’s bedroom.


    <span style="">The door was slightly ajar, and as he pushed it open, he could hear Teresa’s excited shouting.


    <span style="">“Zoom in! Little mute, you won’t hit them like that!”


    <span style="">“Hide in the grass in your ghillie suit! I gave you all the equipment, make use of it!”


    <span style="">“There are only two teams left, let them kill each other first! We’lly low for a while. Little mute, hide! What are you doing running out there?”


    <span style="">Suddenly, there was a barrage of gunfire from the speakers, and the next second, a victory firework shot up, and the word “Winner” appeared on their screens.


    <span style="">Teresa was stunned for a moment. “Chicken dinner?”


    <span style="">Hayes looked up and asked in a halting voice, “What does… “Chicken dinner’ mean?”


    <span style="">“Winner winner chicken dinner, it means we won, little mute! You’re so good! You took out two teams with a Kar98k! You’re so amazing!”


    <span style="">As Teresa excitedly dropped her phone, she was about to throw herself at Hayes in a hug, but then she saw Robert standing there, arms crossed, watching her with amusement.


    <span style="">Her action froze midway, “Godfather? What brings you here?”


    <span style="">Robert approached her, his domineering demeanor softened by a hint of appeasement.


    <span style="">“I brought you some high-quality art supplies, toys, and your favorite Hello Kitty stuff.”


    <span style="">Teresa smirked, her big, bright eyes twinkling with anticipation.


    <span style="">“Nothinges free. So you need something from me, don’t you?”


    <span style="">Robert fell silent.


    <span style="">Teresa had a knack for reading people, as if nothing could escape her piercing gaze.


    <span style="">Strangely enough, he saw a bit of Frederick in Teresa.


    <span style="">Since she had seen right through him, Robert decided to cut to the chase, “It’s about my sister again.”


    <span style="">Teresa looked at him without uttering a word.


    <span style="">Robert added, “We wanted your mom to work at Frederick’spany to bring them closer together. But now that they’re living under the same roof, it’s not necessary for them to be at the samepany, don’t you think?”


    <span style="">Teresa contemted his words, her face lighting up with excitement. “Yeah, you’re right!”


    <span style="">Hayes also eagerly ran over, clinging to Teresa’s shoulder and insisting, “Help… him.


    <span style="">Teresa blinked, thinking about how her dad had defended her mom’s innocence this morning, and she was feeling quite pleased with herself.


    <span style="">So, riding on that high, Teresa readily agreed.


    <span style="">“You don’t need a portrait or anything like that. Just show me a picture of your sister, and I should be able to guess what she looks like. Bring out the picture!”