Chapter 509

In that moment, Marguerite struggled to steady her emotions. She had just discovered that the mother and son she had helped years ago were none other than Frederick and Jocelyn. How had she failed to recognize them all this time?

What touched her most was the realization that her small act of kindness, something she thought of as an inconsequential gesture, had stayed with Frederick for so long.

“When did you know that the girl, the one you were looking for, was me?” she asked.

His gaze turned distant, as if he were speaking of someone else’s life. “Three years ago, the day we fell apart.”

It was the same day her grandmother was laid to rest-the day Frederick had intended to confess his feelings to her!

Marguerite cursed the timing of her knowledge.

Had she known earlier that Frederick had been searching for her, had she known of his intentions, she would never have gone to the Winston estate to meet Maurice.

Even if she’d remained blissfully unaware of the identity of the mysterious man from her past, it wouldn’t have mattered.

She wanted to be with Frederick, even if it meant fleeing with him, far from the comforts of Stonebridge City. She would have given anything for that.

But life offers no second chances, and her regrets were now a burden too late to lift.

A tearful hitch caught in her throat as she spoke, “Why didn’t you tell me that day?”

“I went to the Winston estate to tell you everything,” he said.

That day, his urgency to find Marguerite was not just to acknowledge the debt of a life saved.

He wanted to know if she was the woman from that passionate night-a question left unanswered as the woman’s face captured on the security footage was unclear whether it was Marguerite or Yuna.copy right hot novel pub