Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 603

Miley's mind was a whirlwind of confusion. She was a year younger than Marguerite, so how could she possibly remember the events surrounding Marguerite’s birth?

Instead of answering Robert right away, Miley hollered toward the foyer,

"Mom! Can you come here for a sec? We need to ask you something!"

Harriet scurried into the room, concern etched on her face. "What's up, honey?"

Miley swiftly retrieved the photo from its hidden compartment and echoed Robert's inquiry with urgency.

Harriet scrutinized the photo, her eyes narrowing with recognition at the sight of the blanket, and after a moment's reflection, it clicked. "This blanket was Marguerite's from the day she was born. Laverne used to say she wouldn't go anywhere without it, clung to it like a security blanket. She finally stopped using it around three, and Laverne kept it safe ever since. I remember her joking that she'd save it for Marguerite's wedding day, to gift her husband-to-be with a piece of her childhood. I'm not sure if she ever did gift it, but I am certain Laverne considered this blanket a cherished keepsake for Marguerite."

"Did Yuna have a similar blanket when she was born?" Robert interjected.

Harriet shook her head, a definitive no. "Never saw one like it with Yuna."

As Miley watched the back-and-forth between her mother and Robert, she felt lost in the shuffle, unable to piece together the significance of their words.

She squinted at Robert, perplexed. "Okay, slow down. What's the big deal about the blanket?"

"Because Yuna was the Fitzgerald's daughter, we spared no effort in treating her as our own. Our affection for her even surpassed what we felt for Marguerite, which led everyone to believe that Yuna was our biological child and Marguerite was the adopted one."

With that revelation, Robert shook his head, "Zoe said they doted on Yuna out of guilt. If that's true, why would they give something meant for Yuna to Marguerite?"

In a flash of insight, Miley's eyes widened as she turned to lock gazes with Robert.

Her throat dry with anticipation, she blurted out, "The most likely explanation is that this blanket was always Marguerite's to begin with!"