Bride behind the mask novel (Marguerite) novel Chapter 868

However, there was nothing about him online—not a single article, no photos, not even a name.

When Marguerite’s husband tried searching for him, he found nothing. So who was this man who could make Marguerite so willing to marry him and have his child?

Silas couldn’t picture what this enigmatic man looked like.

And yet, strangely enough, everyone around Marguerite felt oddly familiar to him.

Her son—even her assistant, Chuck—sparked a sense of déjà vu; they felt close and yet, at the same time, like strangers.

But now that everything had settled, Silas no longer cared to untangle the reasons why.

Because Marguerite’s heart was already crystal clear to him.

And moving forward, he knew he couldn’t keep fooling himself.

It was time to bring this relationship to a close.

Silas set his phone aside and pushed down his emotions, his voice cold as he ordered, “Drive.”

“Yes, Mr. Ward!”

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Meanwhile, in the hospital room—

Maurice reluctantly let go of Marguerite after holding her for a long moment.

Marguerite went to the bathroom to wash the blood from her face. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Penelope and Jocelyn barging in with Hayes and Manley in tow.

Penelope’s voice was sharp with worry. “Marguerite, are you alright? Turn around—let me see!”

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Marguerite’s shoulders, checking her from head to toe. Marguerite felt dizzy from being shaken and quickly twisted Penelope’s hand away.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Don’t try to put on a brave face!”

Marguerite sighed. “If I wasn’t okay, would I be walking around like this?”

“But you’re covered in blood! I’m not letting this go—we’re getting a full checkup, now.”

Penelope tried to pull her toward the door, but Marguerite stood firm.

“It’s not my blood. It’s Maurice’s.”

Penelope and Jocelyn both froze. Marguerite continued, “He took a bullet for me.”

Jocelyn’s heart clenched at the mention of Frederick.

Hearing his name hurt her as much as it hurt Marguerite, though for different reasons.

Marguerite already knew Silas was Frederick—she just hadn’t told him yet.

Right now, Marguerite just wanted to break the heavy atmosphere, so she offered Jocelyn a glass of water.

“Jocelyn, have something to drink.”

With that, Jocelyn turned and left. Hayes and Manley followed after her.

The three of them took the elevator down to the first floor. In the outpatient lobby, Hayes’s attention was caught by a self-service print kiosk.

He suddenly remembered seeing Silas’s medical report at Margot’s house; it was from this very hospital.

And the photo that mysterious online contact sent him looked almost identical to the corner of that report.

If he could get his hands on Silas’s medical file and compare it to the photo, he’d finally know if Margot really was the mysterious person behind those messages.