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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1394: The Answer Tristan Wanted

Tristan knew it was tto be honest. Facing the middle-aged man's gaze, his thoughts were seen through with just one look.

Since it was an honest conversation between two men, there was no need for Tristan to hide anything. If he was honest, Uncle

Swain would be honest too.

So Tristan gathered his thoughts and told him, "I just asked Monica a question today."

Algerone Swain listened carefully without interrupting, sipping his tea as he looked at him.

"I asked her what her wishes were," Tristan said. "I didn't expect her biggest wish to be for you to remarry her mother."

The topic of marriage weighed heavily on Algerone Swain's mind. After all, this marriage had been a pain in his life. They had

separated awkwardly for so many years, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached middle age. When he thought back to the

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past, all that was left were regrets. Algerone Swain didn't say anything, as if brewing something in his thoughts.

Tristan took a sip of tea and spoke again, "But Monica is very rational. She said you remarried and have a new life now. She accepts

and blesses it, but her wish can only remain a wish in the end."

There was a brief silence in the living room. Tristan was both expectant and nervous.

"I did remarry, but it didn't last two years before we divorced again." Algerone Swain smiled and calmly admitted, "So when it

comes to marriage, the original partner is better."

A glimmer of light flashed in Tristan's eyes, and he stared intently at Uncle Swain. This answer was undoubtedly a ray of sunshine

in the dark for Tristan! It was great! As long as he was still single, everything would be easier to handle.

Just when he didn't know whether to celebrate or sigh, Algerone Swain sighed lightly and then put on a smile, "Tristan, what do you

like about Monica?"

The conversation shifted to him.

Tristan thought seriously about the question his future father-in-law had posed, pondering for about a minute. He couldn't find a

suitable reason. "I don't know, | just like her. It's a feeling that has entered my heart. | want to be good to her and help her fulfill

her wishes. It's that simple."

"My daughter was raised by her mother alone, and her personality has sedges to it. Are you sure you really like this kind of

girl?" Algerone Swain didn't want his daughter to get hurt.

"In my opinion, she's just straightforward, and | can accept it," Tristan said with genuine tolerance. He looked up and asked, "Uncle

Swain, | want to ask you another question now. It might be a bit abrupt and presumptuous."

"It's okay, go ahead and ask." Algerone Swain could also accept anything, as they would all becfamily sooner or later.

Moreover, there were no unaskable questions between men.

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Tristan took a sip of tea and asked in the most appropriate tone, "What are the chances of you and Belinda getting back together?"

This was a question Algerone Swain had asked himself more than once. The probability didn't really have anything to do with him,

but rather with Belinda, right?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Tristan continued, "You divorced not long after your second marriage. It wasn't because the woman

wasn't good enough, but because you couldn't let go of Belinda, right?"

Though Tristan had never experienced marriage, he was still an adult. Algerone Swain didn't deny this and smiled as a response.

Tristan didn't ask further, as he had gotten the answer he wanted tonight.

If Monica found out that Algerone Swain was still single, she would certainly be very happy, right? With that thought, Tristan's heart

felt as sweet as if it were filled with honey.

So they talked about other things, such as work, life, and Monica. Sipping tea and chatting, the night was quite pleasant, just like

family.