Chapter 175: Barton's Suspicion: The Eighth Miss is Her!

Mag said, "Distinguishing features… One had a birthmark, and the other was just a pretty child." Itha fell silent, staring at Mag, his mind racing with thoughts. The other one… Could it really be the other one? He coughed a few times, his voice raspy from the fever: "Where is the other one now?" Mag didn’t respond. The other child was never liked by them. From the moment she was brought home, she wouldn’t stop crying, not even for a second. She was nothing but trouble! No matter what they did—whether they tried to soothe her with toys or scare her—she kept crying. Eventually, Klan's father grew fed up and locked her in the cellar. But the cellar entrance was in the living room! This layout was something Mag and the village chief had learned together back in the day. Yet, even in the cellar, the baby kept crying. Her cries were so loud they could hear them even when they gathered in the living room to drink and eat pies. It was unbearable. At that time, the pastor was stil