Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 437

Marguerite was momentarily stunned. "Excuse me, ma'am, what did you say?"

Caught in the throes of her grief for her lost daughter, Penelope swiftly shook her head. "Oh, it's nothing."

Every time she saw a girl of her daughter's age, she'd instinctively compare them to her own child, seeking some form of solace.

But the resemblance between Marguerite and her daughter was particularly striking, which is why Penelope found herself staring a little longer than she should.

Afraid of losing her composure and breaking down in front of Marguerite, Penelope quickly excused herself after a brief response.

Suddenly, it clicked for Marguerite. The girl named Nina must be Penelope's missing daughter, and Robert's sister. No wonder she saw a familiar emotion on Penelope's face.

It was the pain and regret of losing a loved one, coupled with a deep sense of guilt.

Numerous times, Marguerite had questioned herself. During childbirth, she had clearly seen the so-called doctor take away her son. Why hadn't she fought back and blocked their way?

Marguerite was convinced that if she'd disregarded the advice and take her son back, he wouldn't have gone missing.

But she was in so much pain then that she'd fainted. So, this incident became an eternally unhealed wound in Marguerite's heart, and she would never be able to forgive herself...

Meanwhile, Robert had searched everywhere before finally locating Teresa's bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar, and as he pushed it open, he could hear Teresa's excited shouting.

"Zoom in! Little mute, you won't hit them like that!"

"Hide in the grass in your ghillie suit! I gave you all the equipment, make use of it!"

"There are only two teams left, let them kill each other first! We'll lay low for a while. Little mute, hide! What are you doing running out there?"

Suddenly, there was a barrage of gunfire from the speakers, and the next second, a victory firework shot up, and the word "Winner" appeared on their screens.

Teresa was stunned for a moment. "Chicken dinner?"

Hayes looked up and asked in a halting voice, "What does... 'Chicken dinner' mean?"