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Chapter 1707 Who Am |

She didn't say why she was going down, she just turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Tristan and Algerone's eyes met for a moment, then Tristan stepped forward to follow her. The two of them entered the elevator

together.

Algerone watched the elevator close slowly, pain in his eyes.

He stood outside the emergency room for a long time, with a bad feeling in his heart. This bad feeling didn't cfrom his worry

for Belinda, but from Monica's birth...

Did she already know that she wasn't his biological daughter?

After donating blood, her whole state was very wrong.

At this time, Algerone couldn't calm his mood at all. He sat down listlessly on the bench. Was this adding fuel to the fire?

In the elevator, as a perfect boyfriend, Tristan didn't ask where she was going. He also had a premonition that she must have found

out something...

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Putting himself in her shoes, Tristan thought that this must be a huge blow that would be hard to accept immediately.

He chose to silently accompany her.

Meanwhile, Monica's mind was full of the doctor's words -

"An AB blood type mother cannot give birth to a child with O blood type."

"An AB blood type mother cannot give birth to a child with O blood type!"

"An AB blood type mother cannot give birth to a child with O blood type!!"

It was indisputable that her mother's blood type was AB. This was something that was confirmed over and over before each

surgery.

But her own blood type was O, which was also indisputable. She had even donated blood before.

Ding, the elevator stopped.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Monica quickened her pace and rushed out into the lobby. Tristan cto his senses and

hurried to catch up!

She was seen running towards the entrance! The tears she had been holding back flowed down her cheeks. She ran, biting her lips

tightly, her heart hurting so much she could barely breathe!

The air in the hospital made her feel suffocated!

With tears in her eyes, her whole heart was trembling violently!

The moment she rushed out of the hospital lobby, Monica seemed to regain oxygen. She took a few deep breaths greedily, then

walked quickly towards the back of the hospital.

She wanted to be alone and calm herself, to give herself stand courage to accept everything.

Tristan still didn't ask where she was going. He just followed closely behind her. No matter what happened, he would be by her

side.

He could already determine that Monica had found out she was not a biological child.

Behind the hospital was a large artificial lake. There was green space around the lake, with several small paths intersecting on the

lawn. Sbenches were placed by the lakeside.

At this tof day, there were few patients coming here to sunbathe, after all New Year's had just passed and the snow hadn't

completely melted. Although there was sunshine, the temperature was still very low.

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When Monica saw this artificial lake, she couldn't help but slow down her pace. She walked dejectedly towards the lakeside bench.

She had seen this artificial lake before, from Yichen's ward window. It was relatively quiet here.

Facing the wind, thousands of whys exploded in her mind...

Tristan, following behind her, carefully stopped and watched her sit down on the bench five meters away.

That lonely back was heartbreaking.

Monica wanted to restrain herself, she really, really wanted to. After all, her mother was still in the emergency room... She

shouldn't be emotional, she shouldn't make everyone worry.

But a strange emotion was slowly growing from deep inside her... tormenting her.

Tristan stepped forward and gently put his hand on her shoulder. She didn't react, just cried even harder.

Tristan pursed his lips tightly, also feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

After a long while, Monica slowly turned her head and looked up at him. Sadly she asked, "Who am I? Who am | really?"

Tristan crouched down beside her, reached out to wipe away her tears, and grasped her hand tightly. He was looking for the right

words.

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