NovelEnglishChapter 1391: Tristan Leaves for Her
"No." The girl leaned against the chair back, answering awkwardly.
"What's wrong? Can't | get full marks with this? Daughter, aren't your standards a little too high?" Her father joked.
She took a deep breath, a hint of sadness in her voice, "How great would it be if you weren't married?" There seemed to be a bit of
complaint in her tone.
Upon hearing this, Algerone Swain was slightly taken aback.
Monica lowered her eyes, then let out a bitter smile, not wanting him to feel pressured, "But everyone has their own life, and no
one can live in someone else's expectations."
Just as Algerone Swain didn't know what to say.
"So..." Monica turned her eyes, and spoke with a sense of relief, "lI wish you well."
In fact, she was sad deep down, because her wish was going to be crushed, never to ctrue.
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Algerone Swain didn't know what to say for a moment, looking at the daughter who had grown up beside him, recalling when he
divorced her mother, she was just a little girl.
His heart was filled with guilt, wanting to make amends.
The car wasn't moving fast, and the tthe father and daughter spent alone together was extended.
The car drove towards the small western-style building, and no one spoke to break the silence...
Algerone Swain was a very measured man. When he brought his daughter into the living room, Belinda, who had finished
unpacking, had already cdownstairs.
"The front door code is your birthday," he told his daughter. "A Mrs. Smith will clater to cook and clean. If you need anything,
you can talk to her directly, or, of course, you can talk to me."
Belinda listened with a calm expression, her face serene.
Monica nodded, "Okay."
"I'll leave now." Algerone Swain glanced at the mother and daughter, then stepped away, giving them enough space, not to
disturb.
When he was gone, Monica looked up and found her mother staring at her intently, causing her chest to slightly shrink, as if being
judged.
"..." Monica even guessed what her mother wanted to ask, so she tried to organize an answer in her mind.
However, Belinda retracted her cold gaze and walked upstairs.
Watching her mother's retreating figure, the girl was taken aback again. Wasn't she going to ask?
Inside the president's office at Clarke Corp.
Tristan calmly finished dealing with the urgent matters in his hands. Kevin brought a form over, intending to find him.
But Tristan looked up at Kevin and said, "Push back the work for the next two hours. | need to go out for a bit."
"Where?"
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Kevin widened his eyes, glanced at the ton his wrist, "In five minutes, Mr. James will be here. We have an appointment for a
detailed discussion. He's taken tout of his busy schedule."
But Tristan couldn't wait. The urge to leave had been circling in his mind, so he had dealt with the urgent matters first.
Tristan didn't respond, closing his laptop. He got up and left directly.
"Mr. Norwell!"
Kevin watched the retreating figure in shock, but couldn't stop him. The tall and slender figure quickly disappeared at the door.
Saskia Holt was also surprised, and at the stime, she had a strong premonition, "Is he going to find Miss Swain?"
Kevin had no tto gossip. He was just thinking about how to explain the situation to Mr. James later.
Mr. James was notoriously bad-tempered, and Kevin couldn't handle it!
Oh, what a headache! He could only brace himself for the confrontation.
Seeing her master's worried face, the usually talkative Saskia Holt fell silent. Was the situation quite serious?
Tristan indeed left because of Monica, but he didn't go directly to find her. Instead, he went to Charity Medical Center.
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