Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1281 Taking the Daughter Is Not Allowed Algerone seemed to be able to guess her mood at the moment, his voice still full of patience. "Here's the thing, if you're planning to cto Arkpool City for a visit, | can arrange for accommodations." He chuckled, "After all, we were once a married couple, and Monica is my daughter too. Besides, Monica has grown up now; there's no need for us to be at each other's throats." "What are you trying to say?" Belinda had no tfor his ramblings. "Can you get to the point?" "The point is that | want to improve our relationship. After all, we're not young any more, and we should be more rational in our approach to things than we were when we were younger, right?" "What's happened?" Belinda asked bluntly. "Are you divorced?" "..." Algerone was at a loss for words, not knowing how to respond.

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Belinda scoffed, "Now you remember how good your ex-wife was? Now that your child has grown up, you want to improve your relationship? Where have you been all these years?" "Have you ever picked up our daughter from school even once?" "Have you ever bought her a single piece of clothing?" "Have you ever taken her to the hospital when she was sick with a cold?" "Have you ever attended a single parent-teacher conference at her school?" "Nothing! You've been absent all this time!" Belinda couldn't help but accuse him. "Now that our daughter has grown up, becsuccessful, and doesn't need our care, you want to improve your relationship? Are you hoping she'll support you in your old age? Ask yourself, do you deserve it?" "No, you can't say that!" Algerone, both angry and wronged, naturally had to refute her. "I've always wanted to fulfill my duties as a father, but you wouldn't letcontact her! | can't even make a phone call to my own daughter!" "So if | don't let you contact her, you just won't? If | tell you to die, will you die?" Monica almost bit her fork, looking up at her mother.

"Can't you figure it out?" Belinda was exasperated. "Algerone! If you really wanted to see your daughter, if you still had even a shred of responsibility, as long as we're both on this Earth, wouldn't you find a way to see her? If your heart truly wanted to fulfill your obligations, could | even stop you?" "..." These words completely confused the middle-aged man's logic.

At that moment, he was in his office, holding his phone in one hand and scratching his head with the other. "Belinda, you win!" "Where did you get my number?" The woman said unhappily. "Lettell you, we're better off never seeing each other again.

Thank you very much!" With that, she hung up the phone.

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Monica chewed on her pasta, thinking that Algerone was much easier to communicate with than her mother.

It was so hard for them to have a phone conversation, how did it fall apart like that? Belinda put her phone down on the table, her gaze fell on her daughter's face, and suddenly she lost her appetite. "Tell me, how did he get my number?" Her tone was interrogative, her eyes clearly suspicious.

"Huh?" The girl met her mother's gaze, "You're asking me?" Then she blinked her big, innocent eyes, "How would | know?" Belinda stared at her for a few seconds, then stopped doubting her. After all, this was her own daughter, whom she had raised single-handedly. Moreover, obtaining a phone number could be done through many means.

"Algerone's purpose this tis too obvious; he just wants to take my daughter away. After all, he doesn't have any children of his own, and he'll need you to take care of him when he's old." It was a very practical issue.

"Belinda, | don't mean to criticize you, but what do you mean by 'taking your daughter away'? | am his daughter too." "Did he give birth to you?!" Belinda frowned.

"..." Monica suddenly didn't dare to speak, reminding herself not to add fuel to the fire! So, she slowly put down her fork, took a napkin and wiped her lips, "Actually, you don't need to be so hostile. How many years have passed? Can't you let it go?"

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