Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 822

It didn't take long.

Margot was back on the cold bench, and Janie dutifully slipped off her shoes.

There it was on her right foot—a bright red birthmark, identical to the one on Teresa's sole.

The man stood nearby, arms crossed, his tall figure casting an unsettling shadow over Margot.

Janie studied his expression, trying to glean some insight from his demeanor.

"Mr. Winston, do you think we should run a DNA test between her and Marguerite? Just to be sure."

Maurice didn't reply. He just leaned slightly forward, scrutinizing the seemingly calm child in front of him, not uttering a word for what felt like an eternity.

His predatory gaze made Margot's heart race, but she held her composure, masking her fear.

She knew that playing dumb was her best defense, the strategy that had kept her safe these past months.

She looked up at him with wide eyes and asked, "Uncle, what's a DNA test?"

Maurice chuckled softly, leaning in closer. His voice was barely a whisper, chilling and detached.

"If you're going to act like a fool, make sure I never see through it. Even if it's just an act, keep it up indefinitely."

Margot froze, unable to meet his eyes.

Fear and dread had long betrayed her, and the fortress she'd built in her heart crumbled to dust.

Like a startled bird, she trembled, knowing that once the facade was pierced, her charade would be useless.

"Kids shouldn't meddle in adult affairs or speak out of turn, right?"

Margot knew exactly what Maurice meant.

If she told her mom everything about the past six months with her dad, she wouldn't be the only one in danger—her dad would be in peril too.