Bride Behind The Mask Novel

Chapter 473

Chapter 473

Chapter 473

Marguerite couldn’t quite believe her ears, but the realization soon hit her.

“So what you’re saying is, Hayes is my missing son?”

Miley nodded vigorously, like a bobblehead, “I shrugged off the resemblance between you and Yuna before, thinking it was just a coincidence. But the moment I met Hayes face to face, I saw that it wasn’t just about looks. It was the mannerisms, the way you carry yourselves!”

If that was the case, there were too many unanswered questions swirling in Marguerite’s mind.

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But Miley’s thoughts were as unpredictable as a summer storm. She paced around the room, her mind racing. Then, as if struck by lightning, she had an epiphany, her face lighting up with excitement, “What if the person who took away your son was Barnes, and he handed the child over to Yuna? She then made up a story, telling Mr. Winston she had twins!

Think about it. If Manley and Hayes were both Yuna’s children, why would she favor one so blatantly over the other? The most likely explanation is that Hayes is actually your son, and that’s why she neglected him! Doesn’t that make sense?”

Miley’s ideas were always out of left field, and her speculation eased Marguerite’s doubts.

“At the time, Yuna was already pregnant with Frederick’s child, which should have been enough to secure her status. So why go through the trouble of taking my treasure? And you know, after Yuna gave birth, they did a paternity test with Frederick.”

“And what of it? That only proves Hayes is Mr. Winston’s son, not necessarily Yuna’s!”

Miley finished her thought and her mind was off to the races again.

She paced back and forth, muttering to herself, “Paternity test… paternity test…”

Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, turned, and hurried over to Marguerite, urgency written all over her face, “The crux of the matter is the paternity test!

I remember Robert telling me once that Mr. Winston sent Yuna to an island to give birth mainly because he doubted the child was his! So he cut off contact with Yuna, eager

for a paternity test as soon as she delivered! Therefore, her stealing your son could very well have been to pass Mr. Winston’s paternity test!”

Listening to Miley’s narrative, Marguerite furrowed her brows. Her face showed a half-smile, as if she found the woman’s story increasingly far-fetched.

“Just on a hunch, you’re convinced Hayes is my lost son? So, by your logic, I had twins, Teresa by Maurice and Hayes by Frederick? Does that even sound plausible?”

Marguerite’s retort threw a wet blanket on Miley’s enthusiasm. She slumped back into her chair, resting her chin in her hand, a touch deflated, “That true…”

How could she forget Teresa’s existence?

Miley pursed her lips, her other hand idly tapping on the table’s surface.

After a moment of silence, she looked up at Marguerite with a speculative glint in her eye, “What if… both children are Frederick’s?”

Marguerite was taken aback. Before she could respond, Miley slapped the table with renewed excitement, “Marguerite, how can you be so sure the man you had a fling with that night was Maurice?

You never saw his face!”

“Because Maurice himself admitted it was him that night! And with Maurice and Frederick being arch- enemies, would Maurice really raise Frederick’s child for so long?”

Miley snapped back, “You take his word for it? Maurice is twisted; there’s nothing he wouldn’t do.”

Marguerite was left speechless. She couldn’t fathom why Miley was so adamant that Hayes was her lost son! And Marguerite knew that Miley, as a detective, had a way of leaping to conclusions that others couldn’t fathom.

But where was the evidence?

There was not a shred of factual support, it was all speculation.

Moreover, Maurice had recently discovered the whereabouts of the treasure.

If her son was indeed Hayes, now living with Frederick at the Winston Mansion, how could Maurice be content to let her be in touch with them every day?

Too many questions remained unanswered.

Marguerite stayed silent, but Miley was undeterred, talking to herself, “To be honest, it wouldn’t be impossible for Maurice to have tampered with the Regal Haven Hotel’s register back then. But it’s been three years; the original files are probably long gone. Looks like we’ll need to think of another approach.”