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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1550 Contacting Finnley Russell

Early in the morning, everything was snow white.

Monica called Tristan, "Hello, the snow is too thick, hard to drive, so | walked over."

"Where are you now?" Tristan quickly looked out into the yard but didn't see anyone yet. He grabbed his car keys and went out.

A few minutes later, Tristan's car pulled up next to Monica, the tires covered in snow. Monica stood in the snow looking at him,

deeply moved, unable to help smiling.

She got into the passenger seat, "Thanks for coming to get me!" She stretched her legs out to shake the thick snow off her boots.

"If you're not good at driving, you should have calledearlier. | would have cdirectly to pick you up from home, instead of

you walking all this way for nothing." Tristan didn't blher, just worried about her.

Monica drew her legs back in and closed the door, turning to look at him. "It's fine, what are legs for if not walking right? Plus

driving really wouldn't have been safe, the snow is too thick, you can't even see the road at all."

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"But | know the way, I'm an experienced driver." Tristan started turning the car around. "Did Belinda say anything when you went

back last night?"

"No." Monica was very curious. "l don't know what my dad talked to her about for two whole hours, she didn't reveal one bit."

"Whatever they talked about, given your mom's personality, it's already not easy that she let Uncle Swain sit there for two hours. |

think the remarriage will happen very soon," Tristan was confident. "Let's keep working hard."

"That would be so great, my life's biggest wish is about to ctrue! | have to plan a grand wedding for them!" Monica was in a

great mood, all sorts of beautiful scenes flashing through her mind.

After a while, she asked, "How's Claire? Did she feel uncomfortable last night?"

"Even if she felt uncomfortable, wasn't there a doctor by her side?" Tristan wasn't worried at all. "lI don't know, | just woke up."

"The Russell elders haven't clooking yet right?" Monica asked. "Should we call and contact them? They must be pretty anxious

with her missing a whole night."

"Let's see how Claire is first."

"Okay."

The car quickly pulled into the yard. After getting out with Monica, Tristan strode towards the living room, leaving deep and shallow

footprints in the snow.

At this time, Rowan Watson and Claire had just cdownstairs. She was holding a bowl of hangover tea. Although she felt much

better after sleeping, Rowan Watson insisted she drink a bowl.

After coming in, everyone greeted each other. Rowan Watson and Claire expressed their gratitude to Tristan.

Seeing that Claire was doing alright, Tristan asked her, "Text your brother your location so he knows you're safe? They must be

very worried since you didn't go hall night."

Claire held the bowl of tea. She thought about it, then nodded. She couldn't just run away from hlike this. She had to contact

her family sooner or later.

"You drink your tea, I'll send the text." With her consent, Tristan sent a message to Finnley Russell, who soon replied that he would

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cget her shortly.

"Mr. Tristan, breakfast is ready." Jane's voice sounded as she cover with a smile, looking at everyone. "Good morning

everyone, good morning Miss Swain." The house hadn't been this lively in a long time.

"Good morning." Monica's smile was gentle.

Tristan led everyone towards the dining room. "Let's have breakfast first then."

They had just entered the dining room when the rich aroma of chicken soup wafted over. Jane had prepared four bowls, filling each

one halfway and placing them in front of everyone.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

After Jane went back to the kitchen, everyone started eating. As Tristan drank the soup, he was very calm.

Monica took a sip then looked up. "How cthere's no salt in this?"