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Chapter 1700: Monica Blames Herself To Death
Chapter 1700: Monica Blames Herself To Death
Chapter 1700: Monica Blames Herself to Death
They watched as Algerone walked into the living room holding a bunch of roses, a joyful smile on his
face like a young man in love.
Monica gazed in the direction his back disappeared, extremely happy. "Who would've thought Dad is
still such a romantic, sending roses every now and then with the flowers in the vase not yet withered."
"He'll do his best to make up for those missing years," seeing this scene, Tristan also felt very gratified.
"Actually men are boys until death."
"You know? My mom looks strong, but she's actually very feminine inside, she gets touched by these
cheap little details."
"Because she's not lacking money, she doesn't need material satisfaction at all," Tristan hit the nail on
the head. "Women care a lot about details, but men always overlook them."
"That's right," Monica was truly delighted, she felt life was getting better and better. "They will definitely
be happy for the rest of their lives, after missing out on so many years, they'll cherish each other
doubly."
"Looks like we can quietly prepare a wedding for them," Tristan already had his own plans, he also
agreed with her viewpoint very much. "Monica, shall we wait here now? Or leave first?"
"Let's leave, give them more time. Look how excited he is, he probably won't come out for a while."
Monica couldn't help but joke.
"Alright."
Just as Tristan started the car and was about to leave, Algerone rushed out carrying the unconscious
Belinda! That sudden panic reflected in their eyes!
The smiles on Tristan and Monica's faces froze, their chests thumped heavily, they almost Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
simultaneously unlocked their seatbelts and rushed out!
"Mom!!"
"Auntie!!"
She was clearly unconscious, but they didn't know what had happened.
Algerone carried Belinda to the front of the car, he couldn't free his hands to open the door. He looked
up, Monica and Tristan were rushing over!
"Hurry!" Algerone panicked, urgently said, "Open the door quickly! Your mom has fainted!"
Monica swiftly went around to the other side, pulled open the back door. Algerone carefully yet swiftly
carried Belinda in. "Belinda, hang in there!"
"I'll drive!" Tristan also scrambled, sitting into the driver's seat.
Algerone glanced at him, then hurried to get in the back. Monica anxiously followed, as soon as she
closed the door, the car started, racing towards the nearby hospital!
Belinda's face was pale, unconscious. Everyone was very worried!
At the same time, Tristan called emergency services with his phone, detailing the emergency situation
here to the medics.
The hospital side also took measures urgently without any delay.
"Mom!" In the car, Monica tightly grasped Belinda's fingers, a bit cold. "Mom! Hang in there! We'll be at
the hospital very soon!"
Belinda's face was pale, she lay in Algerone's arms with eyes closed, as if dead, unresponsive to her
daughter's cries.
Tears quickly blurred Monica's sight.
Algerone had one arm around her body, the other hand cupping her face. "Belinda..." his heart twisted
like knives.
"Belinda... hang in there, we'll be at the hospital very soon, you must hang in there." His eyes brimmed
with hot tears, strands of silver mixed into his black hair, seeing this made Monica extremely distressed
inside.
He looked up at his tearful daughter, asked anxiously, "Monica, what time did you go out this morning?
How was your mom when you left?" Just asking, no slightest blame.
But Monica blamed herself to death!
If she had stayed home, her mother could've received the most timely treatment. She cried, her lips
trembling, but didn't know how to speak.
The car raced down the streets, Tristan's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his brows knotted.