Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 572

After Marguerite tucked her phone back into her purse, Miley ended her call as well.

With a turn, she began to explain, unasked, “My parents just got back from their trip abroad, they’ve

just landed in Stonebridge City, and wanted to let me know they’re safe. Oh, and they send their

regards to you, and they’ve invited you over for Christmas.”

Every year, Miley’s parents would invite Marguerite and Teresa to join them for the festive season.

Marguerite had been to their home twice and adored the cozy, welcoming atmosphere.

“With all the drama this year, I doubt I can make it, but I’ll definitely send them my best. Weren’t your NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

folks on vacation, though? Why are they back so early this time?”

A spark of excitement lit up Miley’s eyes as she said, “It’s because of you!”

“Because of me?” Marguerite was a picture of confusion.

“Yep! Since we were neighbors when we were little, Robert’s been dying to dig up history on you and

Yuna’s childhood. You know how he is, stubborn as a mule. He refuses to accept Yuna as his sister

and won’t let go of any shred of hope!”

Marguerite was baffled, “If he wanted to know about my childhood, why didn’t he just ask me directly?

Why go through all this trouble?”

Miley smiled slyly, stepping closer, face to face with Marguerite, “Well, I might as well ask you. You

were raised by your grandmother, right? Did she ever mention that your family took in a foster child at

some point?”

This took Marguerite aback, her face a blank slate, “No, nothing like that. Yuna and I are twins, that

was common knowledge around Marina Shores Village, and I’ve never doubted it.”

Miley shrugged, “So now you see why Robert’s been pestering my parents? You’re clueless about the

whole thing! He’s after the dirt from before and just after you were born. It’s a tangled web, and I’m just

as curious as you are.

But you know what’s funny? Without a shred of evidence about your origins, Robert’s absolutely

convinced you’re his sister! He flat-out denies Yuna’s existence!”

Miley rambled on, parched, and eventually headed to the fridge to down a can of soda in one long gulp.

The more Miley talked, the more Marguerite felt an odd mix of emotions stir within her.

In the Fitzgerald family, she had a fondness for Penelope, and Robert Fitzgerald had indeed been a big

help to her. But what had she done to earn such trust from the mother and son?

Even she couldn’t understand Robert’s adamant belief.

Miley finished her soda with a satisfied sigh and delivered her closing argument, “Long story short,

according to Robert, if Yuna isn’t his sister, then the Fitzgerald family’s heiress can only be you! If that’s

the case, everyone’s happy. For one, Robert won’t have to deal with her every day, and two, you’ll be

the one engaged to Mr. Winston’s son!”

Miley delivered the last sentence with a melodramatic flair and a suggestive wink at Marguerite.

But Marguerite’s mind was too preoccupied with her own confusion to entertain any thoughts of

romance.

She had an important question burning inside her, “What I really can’t wrap my head around these past

few days, whether it’s you, Robert, or even Frederick, is why are you all so certain that the Fitzgerald

family heiress is either me or her?

Where are you getting your odds from? If Robert’s sister isn’t Yuna, she could very well be someone

else entirely. Why the fixation on me?”