Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1370: If You're Unhappy, Take It Out on Belinda was startled by his words. Originally, she didn't plan to respond, but her expression changed slightly, and she couldn't help but ask, "Did you get their permission?" "Of course!" Finally, she spoke, and Algerone Swain was delighted.

Now that she was willing to engage with him, the man smiled and said, "If they hadn't agreed, wouldn't that be stealing? | couldn't do such a thing." As he spoke, he held the bouquet of roses with one hand and grabbed her hand with the other, smoothly placing the roses in Belinda's arms.

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The rich fragrance of the flowers filled the air, and the beautiful roses were now in her arms, impossible to return. Algerone Swain walked towards the window, looking around and asking, "Do you plan to stay in the hotel indefinitely?" He paused and continued, "I have an empty house available. If you don't mind, you can move in there. It's much more convenient than staying in a hotel." Belinda arrived at the coffee table, bent down to put down the roses, and quietly asked, "How did you find me?" She had no interest in his house. She immediately suspected, "Did you see our daughter again?" It must be said that women's intuition was strong.

"No, no, it has nothing to do with our daughter!" Algerone Swain seemed to suddenly remember, "By the way, where's Monica? Is she out, or hasn't she gotten up yet?" He looked around once more.

At that moment, Monica, who had just gotten up, opened her door and immediately saw her parents in the living room. She was shocked, her drowsiness vanishing as she quickly took a step back and closed the door with a bang! My goodness! Her father was here? Hearing the door close, Algerone Swain glanced over and instantly understood. Belinda was embarrassed, her face cold and distant, giving off an unwelcoming aura. "Are you here foror for Monica?" she asked coldly.

"Of course, I'm here for you." The man looked at her firmly and then sat down on the sofa.

Belinda thought to herself, he wouldn't leave anytsoon, would he? Algerone Swain poured tea for himself. "You can vent your anger at me, but don't take it out on our daughter." Upon hearing this, Belinda was very unhappy. "Did she complain to you about me?" "Does she need to?" The man looked up, his expression suggesting he knew her well. "Given your personality, would you let her be with Tristan if | introduced him?" Belinda rolled her eyes at him, hating how he assumed he knew her so well. However, she was also slightly shocked. After so many years, and even after his second marriage, he still remembered her personality.

She didn't know whether to be touched or find it ironic. In any case, her heart felt a strange, bitter ache.

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Inside the room, Monica held her breath and pressed her ear to the door, trying to eavesdrop, but the soundproofing was too effective. She couldn't hear anything. Not daring to go out and disturb them, she decided to look out the window at the bustling cityscape.

She prayed and hoped that her father's initiative could soften her mother's heart of stone. How wonderful would it be if they could reconcile? In the living room outside, Algerone Swain candidly said, "Tristan isn't exactly someone | introduced." Then, he told Belinda about the that occurred during their first blind date.

Belinda listened, shocked and unsure whether to believe him.

He continued, "Perhaps the two children really have a connection. Now that they're developing in a positive direction and our daughter likes him so much, | think we, as parents, should support them." Belinda had been thinking about it alone last night. Seeing her daughter kneel down, she was extremely shocked. She even questioned herself: what had she done to her daughter to make her feel so helpless? Belinda listened without refuting.

Algerone Swain spoke again, "If you're unhappy, take it out on me. You can askto do anything, but don't make things difficult for our daughter, alright?"

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