Chapter 438
Bride Behind The Mask
Upon hearing this, Robert immediately took out his sisterâs photo from his wallet. Teresa and Hayes curiously peeped in with their heads popped up on their tiptoes.
There, within the folds of a daffodil yellow blanket, lay a tender little girl. Her eyes were wide and curious, and her tiny mouth was curved upwards in anticipation of the world before her.
She was a little baby!
Teresa looked it carefully, falling into silence.
Seeing her quiet for so long, Robert anxiously asked, âDid you figure something out?â
Swallowing hard, Teresa replied, âThis little girl is quite pretty. Seems even a tad bit more beautiful than me.â
Robert was at a loss for words, âWho asked you that! Didnât you say you could tell how she looks now just by looking at her photo?â
Teresa stared fixedly at the picture of the baby girl, her mind blank.
Robert looked at Teresa with a hint of disappointment, âYou canât tell?â
Teresa shook her head reluctantly, pulling a sad face, âSheâs too young.â
Robert started to doubt Teresaâs expertise, âArenât you the one who can sketch an elderly from a three-
year-oldâs picture?â
What an empty reputation!
Teresa immediately corrected him, âYes, but look at this baby girl, sheâs not even three! Sheâs just born, without eyebrows and even her facial features arenât fully formed yet. How am I supposed to sketch that?â
âYouâve sketched from blurry CCTV footage before, why canât you sketch this? You can definitely do it!â
No matter what, Teresaâs reputation was well-known, regardless of his doubts, he had to give it a try.
Teresa felt a huge burden, the weight of the task ahead made her feel pressured.
The little one furrowed her brows, her face serious, âActually, I can do it, but it will take a lot of time, and I will need to use a human body mold.â
Robertâs hope was rekindled, âWhatever it takes, as long as you can sketch, I will fulfill any condition you ask!â
âReally?â
âYes!â Without any hesitation, Robert immediately agreed to Teresaâs terms.
But remembering her knack for coming up with all sorts of ideas, he quickly added, âBut you canât ask for the moon and the stars, and I canât name an asteroid after you!â
Teresa puffed up with pride.
Of course, Robert canât match up to her real father! Her dad was the most incredible man in the world!
No one could compare!
âI get it, I get it. Youâre more nagging than godmother! I donât need anything now, just get the human body mold and then come find me.â
After Teresa had spoken, she hastily took Hayesâ hand, her voice sweet as honey, âHey, Little mute, letâs go find my mom, okay?â
Upon hearing the mention of Marguerite, Hayesâ eyes lit up, nodding enthusiastically, his eyes curving like crescents, âOkay!â
Meanwhile, in a half-built building on the outskirts of town.
Hammond was tied up, his body battered and bruised, his face unrecognizable from the beating.
A bodyguard raised his whip, ruthlessly lashing it towards Hammondâs already wounded body.
With each whip, Hammond howled in agony âMr. Winston, I really donât know anything! Iâve been with you for years, from when you were still a doctor at Stonebridge Memorial Hospital, taking orders from Mr. Powell to assist you.
How could I possibly harm your wife or your child? I certainly donât know where your missing child is!
Itâs all Janieâs doings! She set me up! She wants to take my place!â
Hammond was tearful as he pleaded, his eyes filled with deep fear.
In the vast unfinished building, Maurice sat lazily on a high-end leather couch in the center.
He sat with his legs crossed, idly twirling a razor-sharp dagger in his hand.
His expression was indifferent, but the cruelty radiating from him was bone-chilling.
He slowly lifted his eyelids, his gaze settling emotionlessly on Hammondâs swollen face, âEven with the evidence against you, you are still lying? Seems like you donât value your life at all.â