Chapter 142

"No. We wait until he shows himself."

"And how are we supposed to know when that'll be!"

Muttering in frustration, Mark happened to notice where Christine's gaze had settled, on the desk in the examination room.

"Don't tell me — that day?"

"If you were Maurice, wouldn't that day seem like the perfect occasion?"

On the desk lay a flyer advertising the cathedral's charity bazaar.

"Now I understand. The real reason the Dowager Empress insisted on pushing the bazaar through."

Adele murmured, as if she too had put it all together.

Even after the horror that had struck the city, Isabel hadn't canceled the bazaar.

Her reasoning had been that in hard times, people needed all the more to return to ordinary life. The proceeds from the sale, she'd said, would go to help those who'd lost loved ones in the recent attacks.

She'd even asked Christine to attend, to…