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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1712
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Chapter 1712 The Girl Troubled by Her Origins

After a while, Ivan said to her, "You go back to the king's palace first and protect yourself. If there is any emergency with Rowan, let

"Okay."

Claire didn't stay here for too long. She left with her mission.

Arkpool City, dusk. The sunset spread across Emerald Bay.

Jennifer went downstairs with the newly developed antidote, accompanied by several bodyguards. She boarded the private plane

heading to Lu Layeka.

With her help, a perfect plan to force the culprit to reveal himself would soon unfold.

At the hospital.

In the spacious and comfortable VIP ward, Belinda lay on the big white bed, her head wrapped in gauze and wearing an oxygen

mask, still in a coma.

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Algerone sat on the chair in front of the bed, holding her hand worriedly, with an extremely heavy mood.

Monica stood by the window, gazing blankly outside, having unconsciously lost herself in thought.

Tristan carried sfruits in and gently put the bag on the bedside table. Then he strode towards the girl by the window who

didn't notice his arrival.

Monica couldn't help but start thinking again: Who am 1?

This question had almost driven her crazy.

Now that she knew she wasn't a biological child, there was no way she wouldn't speculate wildly, although she pretended not to

know anything in front of her dad and had no intention of recognizing her biological parents.

But her once whole heart now seemed to have cracks that might never heal - it would be a permanent scar.

The issue of her origin was like a boulder weighing on her heart.

Tristan stood beside her, observing her expression, and could feel where her thoughts had drifted. He also understood her mood.

He felt so distressed, not knowing at all what he could do for her.

He could only reach out and lightly grasp her shoulder. Monica blinked blankly and met his gaze as she snapped back to reality.

She gave a sensible slight smile, "You're back?"

But this made him even more distressed. Her smile was concealing her wounds.

"Monica, do you guys... want to take shifts here?" he suggested. "Auntie won't wake up for now and has to stay in the hospital for a

while. If you both keep waiting here, neither of you will get proper rest."

Algerone heard this and it was just what he wanted to say. "Tristan, please take Monica back to rest well first."

"Dad..."

"Go home, dear." Algerone said to her. "You go back and rest now, cover to replacetomorrow morning. | have to go back

to the company tomorrow morning to deal with sthings."

Monica was silent. Her mom still hadn't woken up.

Tristan looked at her face, waiting for her decision.

Algerone spoke again, "Go back, there's no need to keep waiting here. We can take turns. Tristan also has work to handle at the

company."

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"I'm fine, I've handed over my work," he replied. "I just hope you can all get good rest, after all the long recovery period will be

spent in the hospital."

Monica didn't want Tristan to get too tired either, so she nodded in agreement. "Okay, we'll go back first and cagain tomorrow

morning."

Algerone was also relieved. "Go on, be safe on the road."

Thus, Tristan put his arm around Monica's shoulders and led her out.

After leaving the hospital, he drove to the riverside, rolled down the car windows, and slowed down too.

Monica sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window. She was somewhat distracted by the issue of her birth.

After a while, Tristan parked the car at the roadside. Monica gradually cback to her senses and saw this wasn't the way home.

Their eyes met. Tristan said gently to her, "Shall | go for a walk with you down there?"

Strolling by the riverside, feeling the breeze, chatting - this could unravel a large part of the knots in her heart. One couldn't

suffocate oneself.

Monica unfastened her seatbelt, getting ready to open the door and get off.

Tristan had been thinking about how to get her out of this whirlpool - that was his responsibility as her boyfriend.