StartNovelChapter 823
Half an hour later.
Two bodyguards drove Margot to school. She stumbled out of the car, feeling like a zombie, her mind clouded by
an overwhelming fear that seemed all too familiar. It was as if she was reliving the nightmare from six months
ago.
Her body trembled, and a chill spread through her feet as she walked towards the school entrance. It was there
she spotted Marguerite emerging from the building. The moment Marguerite saw Margot, she rushed over,
concern etched on her face.
Margot's nerves tightened again, and she instinctively glanced over her shoulder. The bodyguards’ car was
already gone, but her anxiety didn't fade.
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"Weren't you supposed to wait forto pick you up? Why did you sneak out on your own? | just looked all over
the school for you..." Marguerite's words stopped abruptly.
As she got closer, Marguerite noticed the bruise on Margot's forehead and saw her shaking like a leaf.
She immediately pulled Margot into a comforting hug, asking urgently, "What happened? Did someone hurt
you?"
Margot's pent-up emotions flooded out. Being held by Marguerite felt like being back in her mother's arms, a
safe haven for her troubled heart. She was safe again.
Tears streamed down her face, and Marguerite's heart ached for her. "Margot, who bullied you? Tell me, and I'll
handle it! Was it one of the kids from preschool?"
She remembered Hayes mentioning how Margot was often left out because she was a bit different, leading to
bullying.
With that thought, Marguerite took Margot's hand, intending to head into the school.
But Margot quickly pulled her hand back, shaking her head frantically. "It wasn't the preschool kids, no!"
Marguerite wiped away her tears and gently squeezed her trembling shoulder. Clearly, she'd been through
something frightening.
"Margot, tell Auntie what happened, please?"
With tear-filled eyes, Margot looked up at Marguerite, unable to speak. Whether it was her, the woman she
couldn't call 'Mom,' or her Dad, safety seemed elusive.
She gasped for breath, crying even harder, "No one bullied me. I just fell on my way out, and it hurt!"
Relieved, Marguerite sighed. The little one's tear-streaked face tugged at her heartstrings.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?"
Margot sniffled, "I don't think so. | don't know."
The only visible injury was on her forehead, but her constant shaking left Marguerite uneasy.
Deciding it was best to be safe, she took Margot to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
Marguerite stayed by her side, and gradually, Margot's anxiety began to fade. After the routine checks, the final
stop was neurology.
The doctor asked Margot ssimple questions to ensure her head was fine, then handed Marguerite a
prescription for sointment for her bruises.
As they were about to leave the office, the doctor suddenly recognized Margot and glanced at her file, asking
quickly:
"Wait a second. Young lady, is your father Silas?"
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