Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 602

Robert certainly hadn’t expected the Abletts to do it so perfectly. Even the Goldies, who lived right next

door, had been tricked for so long!

Robert couldn’t dig up any dirt, so he had no choice but to drop it.

Miley took Robert to her boudoir, noticing his sour mood, she did her best to cheer him up. Not only

that, but she also pulled out a stack of photo albums to distract him.

“Everyone says looking at childhood pictures of your sweetheart is a joyous thing. Even though I was a

pretty awkward kid, I don’t mind showing them to you! Today, I’ll let you see for yourself the magic of

growing up!” she said with a playful wink, eager to turn the pages and share the memories with her

boyfriend.

And it worked like a charm. As Robert looked at those photos of a younger Miley, cheeks puffed and

adorable as a little doughball, his heart softened.

He pointed at a picture and asked, “How old were you here?”

Miley thought for a moment, “Maybe three or four? I can’t quite remember. It was when ! first started

preschool!

That was before my family hit the jackpot. I went to the same preschool as Marguerite, but I was a year

younger, so we weren’t in the same class.”

At this, Robert genuinely chuckled, and the atmosphere softened.

Miley breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Robert had finally cracked a smile, and eagerly flipped to the

next page. But before she could explain the next set of photos, Robert’s gaze zeroed in on one, hisNôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

brow furrowing in seriousness, “This elderly lady in the photo… Is that Laverne? And who’s the child in

her arms?”

Miley looked closely and saw that Robert was pointing at a picture with an old woman holding a baby,

wrapped in a butter-yellow blanket, on the steps of a church, both basking in sunlight with the old

woman smiling radiantly.

“Yes, that’s Marguerite’s grandma, she was much younger then, almost unrecognizable, huh? The

baby she’s holding is definitely Marguerite!

I remember my mom telling me this was taken when Marguerite’s grandma went to the church to get a

sapphire necklace blessed for Marguerite.

My parents were there too, praying for their own blessings, and they happened to bump into them.

Knowing my parents had a camera, she asked for a photo. They printed two copies, gave one to

Grandma, and kept one. Why? Is there something special about this photo?”

“You’re sure the baby is Marguerite?”

Miley, confused, replied, “Of course, I’m sure!”

A sense of heaviness settled in Robert’s heart, yet his eyes sparkled with intensity.

Every secret has a crack, and it seemed the answer was about to surface! He vividly remembered the

anticipation surrounding his sister’s birth, especially from his mother!

Robert recalled his mother stressing the importance of a newborn’s clothing and environment.

His sister’s clothes and even her bed linens were not store-bought but custom-made.

And the blanket that wrapped his sister when she was born was specially crafted; his mother had even

collaborated with the seamstress to knit it!

With this in mind, he pointed back at the photo and asked urgently, “Has this blanket been with

Marguerite since she was born?”