Bride Behind The Mask

Chapter 573

Marguerite had every right to be skeptical since she wasn’t clued in on the whole story.

Miley, on the other hand, felt a twinge of guilt. They had zeroed in on Marguerite and Yuna as their

prime suspects solely because of the portrait Teresa had drawn.

If it weren’t for the uncanny resemblance between the Marguerite and Yuna, which made it impossible

to distinguish who was who in the portrait, they probably would have gotten to the bottom of things by

now.

And Miley’s guilt stemmed from a promise she had made to Teresa to keep her talent as a portrait artist

under wraps.

Now, with Marguerite pressing her for answers, Miley was torn about whether to keep holding onto this

secret.

But Teresa was always a bit odd in her ways.

Being a portrait artist wasn’t some disreputable job, and Miley couldn’t fathom why the kid would opt to

hide this from Marguerite.

If she’d had such a skill at Teresa’s age, she would have been trumpeting her talent all over town

instead of hiding it like Teresa.

Miley couldn’t guess what the kid was thinking, and from her grown-up perspective, it didn’t seem like

such a big deal. There really wasn’t a need to keep it under wraps any longer.

After a moment’s thought, Miley nudged Marguerite onto the couch, swallowed hard, and cleared her

throat with exaggerated mystery, “Marguerite, what I’m about to tell you might just knock your socks off,

so brace yourself.”

Marguerite, puzzled, retorted, “Can you just spit it out already, don’t keep me hanging!”

Miley opened her mouth to speak but paused abruptly, her eyelids drooping as if wrestling with an inner

conflict.

After a long silence, she finally mustered the courage and asked somewhat foolishly, “Marguerite, do

you know about a very famous portrait artist from Stonebridge City, goes by the name Terry?”

Marguerite furrowed her brows in thought, “Rings a bell. Maurice mentioned something about that.

What about it?” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Anything else you’ve heard?”

Marguerite shook her head, clueless.

Miley plopped down next to Marguerite and began a rambling lead-up, “Well, this Terry is something

else. She can sketch ‘age progression’. She can take a child’s face and predict how they’ll look all

grown up! Not just that, she can work backward using genetics to figure out what parents or kids might

look like! In short, she’s a real whiz!”

Miley rattled off her spiel in one breath, then met Marguerite’s still-baffled gaze, panting slightly from

her tirade.

“Don’t tell me you guys found this Terry, and she sketched looks for me and Yuna, leading you all to be

clueless about which one of us is Robert’s sister?”

Miley excitedly snapped her fingers in front of Marguerite, “Bingo! You’re not as slow on the uptake as I

thought! Quick thinking!”

So that was it. No wonder they were so certain that Robert’s sister was either Yuna or herself, having

already sketched their likenesses.

But it was strange; she and Yuna weren’t twins, so why would they look exactly alike? Zoe and

Penelope did bear a resemblance, but that didn’t mean their kids would be carbon copies!

This was all beyond belief!

Marguerite mused, troubled by the thought.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off, and she whirled to face Miley, urgency written all over her face,

“If Terry is that talented, then couldn’t she also work out what my son might look like from mine and

Maurice’s features? I could totally go to her for that! Introduce me!”

Marguerite inadvertently hit the nail on the head, sending Miley into an awkward, guilt-ridden frenzy of

scratching her forehead.

“Marguerite, actually… I don’t need to introduce you. You know Terry.”

Marguerite’s look of elation instantly turned to confusion as she stared at Miley, bewildered.

She knew Terry? How could that be? Her social circle was limited, and her list of friends was short.

But in her memory, there was absolutely no one named “Terry.”

Seeing Marguerite’s puzzlement, Miley bit the bullet and dropped the bombshell, “Stop guessing, I’ll

just tell you. Terry is Teresa!”