Chapter 115

The mother–daughter duo hatched a new plan, not daring to stick around.

They found a post office and anonymously sent Marguerite’s package to her company, only leaving behind the pregnancy test report.

Meanwhile, Marguerite, feeling quite down after sending her grandma back to the mansion, needed some sort of release. Even a chat with someone would do. So, she hopped on a bus and headed off to Miley Goldie’s apartment.

Miley, just awakened from her nap, opened the door with her hair all in a mess, only to see a distressed Marguerite.

Caught off guard, Miley asked, “What happened? Don’t tell me you had another fight with Mr. Winston and ran away from home?”

She let Marguerite in and turned to get her a glass of water from the kitchen, but was brought to a halt by Marguerite’s calm voice, “I’m pregnant, and the baby isn’t Frederick’s.” Suddenly, the glass slipped from Miley’s hand, shattering into pieces and spilling water everywhere.

Miley twitched her mouth, asking. “Are you kidding me?”

Marguerite responded seriously, “No, I am clear–minded. I know what I’m saying. Miley, I’m really pregnant.”

Miley stared at Marguerite, Marguerite looked back.

Marguerite knew Miley must be shocked. She sighed and then spilled the beans about the one–night stand.

Having been shocked twice before, Miley seemed surprisingly calm this time, “Marguerite, you’re not hiding anything else from me, right?”

Marguerite shook her head, “Nope, I’ve told you everything that has happened recently. Miley, I didn’t mean to keep it from you before, but it was too painful for me to recall.”

Miley took a deep breath and embraced Marguerite, “Marguerite, I had no idea you’ve been through so much. You’re always being bullied and used. It’s not your fault. If it wasn’t for Zoe making you accompany Hanley, you wouldn’t have ended up in the wrong room and pregnant.”

Marguerite gently patted Miley’s back, “What’s done is done. It’s pointless to think about it now. I just want to solve the problem.”

Miley stood straight, eye to eye with Marguerite, back to her usual self, “What do you plan to do?”

Marguerite was firm, “I want you to help me find the baby’s father.”

Miley paused, then replied, “I’m willing to help, but you don’t even know who he is. I can’t just randomly grab a guy on the street and ask, ‘Excuse me, did you have a thing with a woman at a certain place and a certain time?” That’d be plain crazy!”

A certain year, a certain month, a certain place?

Marguerite was taken aback, it seemed like she just remembered something, “Miley, there is a range!”

Before Miley could ask, Marguerite excitedly grabbed her wrist, “It happened about a month ago, I can’t remember the exact date, at the Regal Haven Hotel, room 12… Yes, room 1205!”

“Do you want me to check the surveillance footage from the Regal Haven Hotel?”

Marguerite nodded enthusiastically.

“I can try to help you with that. But you know, the surveillance footage from Regal Haven Hotel isn’t something anyone can get, and I’m not a hacker who can break into their system. Plus, most hotels only save the footage for about 15 days, I’m not sure if they’ve deleted it. So brace yourself, it might take a while to get the info.”

Marguerite pondered for a moment, looking like she was about to back out, but then shook her head, deciding to stick with it.

“It’s fine, no matter how long it takes, I need to find out. I can’t have my baby born not knowing who its father is, and I can’t just have this baby without any clue.”

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became very serious.

Miley remembered something and said with a smile, “Alright, let’s not talk about these sad things for now. I have some good news for you.”

She then pulled two photos from a drawer and placed them on the table.

The photos were from a surveillance camera, leaving Marguerite looking confused.

“What good news?”

“I found out the reason why Zoe made you wear a mask.”