Author's note= For those who are lost, we are sending information about Bile Hamilton... we know that there are a lot of bad people in this story, so let's remember who this man Hamilton, an arrogant, greedy man with dubious actions who studied with Julie at college where he started going out with her, they had the same crazy tastes, and loved money as her father. Grace and Viola with Julie hire Bile to pick up Elizabeth in Hope Valle to hand her over to Charles. But Bile, upon seeing Elizabeth's photo, decides that he wants her in his bed, her beauty and innocence fill him with desire. you can read about it in chapters 55-58-64-66-67

CHAPTER 59

That afternoon at school. Elizabeth decided to leave the children free, she set up two classes and sitting under the tree they played games to see who could get the most right. She was happy, her husband was a wonderful man, her friend Abigail and her friend Frank were together and would soon be married, and if it were up to her it would be even sooner than they had hoped. Tom was doing well on his new journey. Now he had to help him and his husband make up and he also had to find Frankison a girlfriend, his cousin had to experience love. And there was Bill, the man who had become so important in her life, a loving father and present at every moment of her life there in Hope Valle, she needed to help him, now that she knew of his love for her mother-in-law, several things crossed her mind, she was going to bring them together. And Elizabeth smiled...

Tom, who was with the children, stared... That smile was of someone who was going to get up to something.

In the middle of the afternoon, a surprise arrived: on their horses, in their red uniforms, Frankison and Wynn came to join the class and play with the children. They left their serge inside the school and went to the lawn, where they and Tom organized the children and went to play flag-stealing. The children shouted and laughed, and Elizabeth, sitting down to avoid hurting herself, shouted even more. She was a protector of those children, and Wynn noticed that she couldn't help herself as she shouted to help both teams.

Frankison laughed like a child. Wynn hadn't seen her son smile like that for many years. Being in that city and with Beth was doing him a lot of good, not just for his son, but for his whole family. His wife, Elizabeth Delany, was even feeling better and was making plans for the future.

Elizabeth called her Frankison and Wynn over to refresh themselves; she had a clay jug there that made the water cold.

Meanwhile, Tom took the children to the back of the school to clean up.

Wynn took from his saddlebags a bag full of muffins that he had asked Abigail to make and served them to his children.

A thought crossed his mind as he looked at Frankison and Elizabeth, sharing their muffins and laughing. They were doing it all at the same time, the same act; they were fiddling with their hair together as if they were matching, and they both had that sneaky way of looking when they wanted to throw something off. Wynn was there, but his mind felt like it was going to go crazy, but he was sure he was seeing the female copy of his son. They were the same, both in physique and types of thoughts, and they had the same quirks! "What was going on there, my God... am I going mad?" Wynn's head was racing. "I'm sure I see my son and daughter sitting here with me. Lord, give me some light, show me what's going on, I beg you." Wynn had an intimate conversation with God.

- Elizabeth, I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest in your answer; even if you don't understand, I beg you to answer me.

- Yes, sir, Uncle Wynn!

- Do you have any birthmarks?

She turned red, her face looked like a bell bell pepper, but she looked into his eyes and decided to obey and be as honest as possible. If there was anyone she had always trusted and loved, it was Uncle Wynn.

- Yes, I have it just like Aunt Elizabeth; once she told me that the women in our family had it, I remember I was crying because Viola was messing with me because of the mark it was something strange, but when I grew up it took shape... She has a heart.

Tears rolled down Wynn's cheeks. He thanked her and said that he had remembered something urgent and he needed to send it to the battalion today, and getting up quickly, he went to the classroom and picked up his serge and headed for his horse.

- Father... Something's happened. Frankison came running in.

- No. I have to go, stay with your... cousin..., but he couldn't even speak for a moment. Stay with little Beth and walk her home. Help her as if she were your sister.

- You don't even have to ask me, my father. Are you sure everything is all right?

- I'm sure... Go... Go to the children. Make their day as good as possible.

Wynn got on his horse and rode off towards the city. He was going to go mad, it wasn't possible. He needed to talk to someone. And so he went straight to the police station, where as he entered he bumped into Jack and Bill, who were returning from their rounds. "The husband and adoptive father of your little Beth, your daughter? Was he thinking too much? Was Willian Thatcher capable of anything? Or did the midwife make a mistake and swap the children?"

Bill and Jack looked at each other and realized that something had happened to Wynn. The superintendent had never appeared so upset, and he was pale and looked as if he had seen a ghost.

- I need to ask you a question, Jack.

- Of course, sir!

- Call me Wynn, it's personal and not professional, our business.

- Is Elizabeth's heart-shaped birthmark on her right buttock?

Jack scowled, talking about something personal, about his wife's body and in front of other men, didn't seem right to him.

- Sir! I...

- Please, Jack; there's only her husband in this room, and maybe her two fathers... nothing is going to get out of here, I tell you.

- Yes, Wynn... yes, it's on her right buttock and she told me that only she and her wife have it. None of the women in her family have it. This was used for mockery by her sisters, who called her branded cattle.

Wynn fell into the chair that Bill had pushed for him, otherwise the man would have crashed to the floor. He looked at Bill and Jack and said:

- She's my daughter... She's Frankison's twin sister.

- How? Bill and Jack asked at the same time.

- The Thatcher family, they... the women have a birthmark in the same place and it's always heart-shaped. Elizabeth's grandmother had it, my wife Elizabeth Delane has it and Ágata, my wife's sister also has it. Only the daughters born to my wife or Agata would have this birthmark, because they are original Thatchers from head to toe. In Grace's case, she came from a family and married Willian Thatcher, her children were born to a Thatcher man, so she doesn't have the mark. Viola and Julie would only have the mark if Grace was my wife's sister; Wynn spoke so fast that they could barely keep up.

- Are you saying that the children were switched at the birth, perhaps due to the rush of three births and only one midwife? Jack asked, already thinking of other possibilities.

Bill, as usual a grump, went on to say that he didn't trust Willian Thatcher, and that he thought he had a hand in it.

- No, Jack. I don't think there was a mistake and the babies were swapped. Grace gave birth to her daughter hours before my wife, and in her bedroom. Frankison was born a few hours later, and it wasn't until almost an hour later that our daughter was born, because they had to maneuver because the child was inverted. It was a difficult and painful birth for my wife Elizabeth. Before Frankison was born, my wife said that they had commented that Grace's baby had been born. Bill understood what Wynn was thinking and added:

- Wynn, are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Wynn was very intelligent, that's why he was superintendent, he was putting all the information together quickly and coming to the same conclusions.

- Yes, Bill; I think Willian Thatcher swapped our daughters after seeing that his was dead.

Wynn's eyes were like arrows of fire, Bill didn't seem to believe it either. Jack, for his part, was incredulous, he couldn't understand how a person could be so bad as to steal his sister's daughter.

Jack thought... He thought... and decided to speak:

- If this happened, then it explains a lot.

- What, for example? Bill asked...

Jack began to speak:

- How can a father treat his daughter like merchandise? How can a father hand his daughter over to a man like Charles Kinsegton III, who is totally aggressive? And most importantly, how can a father look at his daughter with the eyes of a man, with desire?

Wynn knew nothing about this and was indignant." Who did that old man think he was?"

And Jack added:

- Can you explain to me whether a real father would act like that?

Bill and Wynn answered at the same time:

- When you're not the father.

They agreed not to tell the women, they had to get all the evidence together first.

Jack left for home, he didn't want to lie to his wife, but at the moment he had to.