Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1520: Please Return My Phone to Me

At two o'clock in the morning, at the Russell family residence, a servant accidentally noticed that the light in Claire's room was still

on. She was somewhat puzzled, so she decisively knocked on a door, "Madam, the light in Miss's room upstairs is still on."

Violet was groggy from sleep, "What tis it?"

"It's two in the morning, an hour later than yesterday." The servant's face was full of concern.

"Okay, | understand." Violet's sleepiness instantly evaporated, and she couldn't help but start to worry.

The servant reported intentionally, after all, Claire's recent situation was unusual and the lady had always asked her to pay more

attention.

After the servant left, Violet hurried upstairs and knocked on Claire's door.

At this moment, Claire was sitting on the sofa with her knees drawn up, lost in thought under the lit room. The sound of knocking

brought her back to reality.

She turned her eyes towards the door...

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A moment later, Violet tried turning the doorknob and found that the door was not locked.

She walked towards the sofa, "Claire, why haven't you slept yet?"

Wearing her pajamas, with her hair scattered around, Violet had already woken up from sleep. "Claire, what are you thinking

about?" She sat down beside Claire, a hint of heartache in her voice as she grasped her shoulder. "You should go to bed."

Claire quietly looked at her, her voice soft, "Auntie, can | have my phone back?"

She was discussing it with her.

Violet met the girl's gaze, and just fell silent... all this for a phone?

"You can't lockup forever, can you?" Claire asked again. There was no resentment in her tone, but the quiet feeling made her

appear even more heartbreaking.

She was not eager or noisy, nor was she clamoring to go out, but there was a sense of firm resolve in her demeanor.

Violet sighed, recalling what her daughter-in-law had said that day. Since Claire was so persistent, there was no need to restrain

her too much.

If forced further, she might becdepressed.

Violet took the phone out of her pajama pocket and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Then, without saying a word, she got up and left.

Claire didn't try to stop her, just watched as the door closed.

Unconsciously, her eyes misted over with tears. The grievances of these past days surged up in her heart, leaving a sour and bitter

taste.

The phone still lay on the coffee table, she didn't pick it up, just turned and climbed into bed, pulling the covers over herself.

She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep, her feelings exceptionally complicated.

The next morning.

When Claire woke up, the sky was just starting to lighten. She turned her head to look at the clock on the wall, it was seven o'clock.

As she watched the second hand make two complete turns, she threw off the covers, slipped on her slippers, and walked over to

the sofa, casually picking up the phone.

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Rowan Watson had sent her a message a few days ago, which she was only seeing now. Her aunt hadn't told her about it.

This made Claire unhappy and a bit anxious. After a moment's thought, she dialed a number, figuring he should be up by now.

But, no one answered...

At this moment, Rowan Watson was in the bathroom taking a shower, the sound of the water drowned out the ringing of the phone

outside.

Claire did not call a second time. She, who was always sensitive, stood by the window, looking out at the white expanse outside,

her mood bleak...

She didn't know what she was thinking of, but her eyes reddened unconsciously. After a while, tears fell drop by drop.

He did not answer, nor did he call back...

She remembered him saying once that he usually got up around six o'clock, and he wouldn't put his phone on vibrate because he

was afraid the hospital might need to reach him in case of an emergency.

But why didn't he answer?

She was guessing his thoughts, was he tired? Did he not want to continue this relationship?

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