NovelApexChapter 772
The sight that greeted her was a face that seemed to have been through too much hardship.
The man's cheeks were covered in scars, as if he had been caught in a fire, surrounded by a patchwork of light
brown and dark spots that made for a rather unsettling appearance.
Marguerite's eyes felt as though they'd been scorched by the unexpected view, realizing she had mistaken him
for someone else and feeling a surge of guilt for disturbing a stranger with her unchecked emotions.
She immediately handed back the mask she had inadvertently taken, apologizing profusely, "I'm so sorry, truly, |
didn't mean to."
The man took the mask, putting it back on with a turn of his head and a frown of displeasure, finally deigning to
look at who this impetuous woman was.
But the moment Marguerite's panicked, innocent face cinto view, the metaphorical "bomb" in his head went
off unexpectedly, causing both pain and a sense of vertigo.
His headache, which had started to subside, flared up again upon seeing her.
He barely had tto speak with Marguerite, leaning heavily on a nearby chair and pinching the bridge of his
nose between his thumb and forefinger in pain.
Seeing his distress, Marguerite's previously erratic demeanor instantly vanished, replaced by concern as she
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtasked, "Dad, is your headache starting again? Do you have your painkillers with you?"
His voice was hoarse and strained, "In the car."
"I'll go get them!" she said, turning to run outside, but his pained voice followed, "No need, | can bear it."
He recovered quickly, embracing his daughter before turning his attention back to Marguerite.
Damn it.
The sharp pain re-emerged, bit by bit.
He gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his back, and asked softly, "What did you want?"
Marguerite, taken aback, realized he was referring to the incident with the mask and quickly explained her
mistake.
"I'm sorry, your eyes... they remindedof someone | used to know. | thought you were him."
Marguerite expected him to be angry, but perhaps because of his recent headache, she found his gaze to be
filled with a gentle sadness.
"Are you sure now?"
She bit her dry lip and nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. I'm really sorry for the mistake."
The man didn't respond further, simply holding his daughter and nodding to the teacher before heading towards
the door.
Marguerite watched him go, but he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her calmly.
"About my daughter's actions, | won't shortchange you on any compensation that's due."
Their eyes met, and Marguerite felt her heart lurch.
She watched him turn and disappear from her line of sight.
Left with nothing but heartache and regret.
Snapping back to reality at the teacher's sigh beside her.
"Ah, that child just transferred to our school. | heard before she arrived that she's
a bit... different. Her father was disfigured in a fire, and they don't have a mother.
So, Mrs. Hayes, could you possibly overlook this incident with Manley?"
Marguerite's mind was filled with the man's scarred face and those eyes that so resembled Frederick's.
Clutching at a sliver of irrational hope, she suddenly asked, "What... what's her father's name?"
The teacher thought for a moment, "I believe it's... Silas Ward?"
Silas. Such a melancholic name.
Different names, different faces. Only the eyes were the same.
She was being foolish.
The dead don't cback; what was she hoping for?
Marguerite shook her head, leading her charges out of the preschool, and took Hayes and Manley to the nearest
clinic to tend to Manley's injury.
Manley was brave, not crying or fussing even as they cleaned the bite marks on his behind.
Hayes waited outside the treatment room.
Marguerite, beside Manley but distracted by thoughts of the man and his
daughter, walked out to find Hayes, curiosity getting the better of her, "That girl, the new student in your class?"
"Yeah. But she's a bit... off. No one really likes to play with her..."
"What's her name?"
Hayes looked at Marguerite seriously, "Mommy, she has a nlike yours."
Marguerite was puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"She's called Margot, Margot Ward."
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