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Chapter 514
Maurice finished his words and retreated back into his car.
Marguerite watched him drive away, her gaze lingering until the taillights were no more than a distant glow. Chuck,
hidden in the shadows, noticed that they didn’t argue, hurried back to the hospital room to report to Frederick.
Once the last trace of Maurice’s car vanished, Marguerite turned and made her way back to the hospital.
She had barely stepped into the lobby when her phone buzzed with a call from Miley.
“Marguerite! How the heck did Yuna become Robert’s sister?”
Through the screen, Marguerite could almost feel Miley’s shock rippling across the distance.
Now that Miley was in the loop, it was a safe bet that Robert and Penelope were clued in as well.
Sighing with a hint of dejection, Marguerite replied, “How should I know? I’m suddenly an only child and just as
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtclueless!”
Miley was nearing hysteria, her voice a whiny crescendo, “What do we do now? She won’t be my future sister-in-
law, will she? Maybe you could… I don’t know… make another play for it?”
Marguerite couldn’t help but chuckle, “Make a play for what? Hackett waltzed in with a DNA test to claim her.
What’s there for me to fight for? Besides, I’ve barely crossed paths with Hackett. He probably doesn’t even know
who I am!”
“Marguerite, you gotta understand, Robert’s taking this harder than eating a spoonful of mustard. He’s been sulking
in the boxing gym all day, punching so hard he’s scared off several trainers!”
Marguerite paused, then asked instinctively, “And what about Penny? How’s she handling it?”
“Penny? Who’s Penny?” Miley sounded utterly baffled.
“Your mother-in-law, Penelope!”
“Oh! Oh, yeah! I overheard them on the phone; she seemed pretty down. She probably hoped her daughter would
be you, but with the DNA test, she can’t exactly object.”
Suddenly, Marguerite felt a strange twist in her heart.
She knew the Fitzgeralds had been searching for their daughter for years, and Penelope had been particularly
heartbroken over
1.
Now that their daughter was found, they should be overjoyed, regardless.
But Miley said Penelope felt an unusual loss, specifically because Marguerite wasn’t her daughter.
She had thought she was the only one feeling the loss.
Yet, to be remembered and wanted warmed Marguerite’s heart.
She hadn’t known Penelope for long, but the kindness shown could rival that of her own mother, Jocelyn.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAll she hoped for was that Penelope wouldn’t let the grudge between her and Yuna color her perception.
Now that Yuna had the support of the Fitzgeralds, she would certainly not let Marguerite off the hook easily.
Marguerite had wanted to ask more about how the Fitzgeralds found Yuna, which could give her a direction in
searching for her own lost child.
She didn’t want Maurice using it as leverage over her anymore.
But before she could ask anything, Robert beckoned Miley away, and the call was promptly ended.
Marguerite pocketed her phone and returned to the hospital room, finding Frederick still embroiled in a debate with
little Manley over Yuna’s situation.
The two were locked in a stare-down, the tension palpable.
Manley, already pudgy, puffed up with anger, his cheeks ballooning like a chipmunk’s.
“I wanna live with daddy and mommy, and if mommy’s not home, Aunt Marguerite will be mean to me! I don’t
wanna be bullied!” Marguerite stopped in her tracks, surprised to overhear Manley badmouthing her.
She didn’t want to stoop to arguing with a three-year-old and brushed it off.
But unexpectedly, Frederick who always claimed indifference towards her, stood up for her,
“Who said Aunt Marguerite is a meanie? That’s not how we talk about people, kiddo!”