Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1731: Monica'S Relationship With The Swain Family

Chapter 1731: Monica's Relationship with the Swain Family

Algerone recalled the past, his eyes brimming with tears. "Back then, I carried the children out with the

villagers, one by one. My hands were covered in blood, and crying could be heard everywhere. When I

picked up a little girl, she clung to my neck and refused to let go. She didn't cry or fuss, she just looked

at me..."

"Her eyes were so beautiful, like the stars in the sky, so bright. She kept looking at me, unwilling to let

go or say anything."

"Her forehead was actually injured and bleeding, but she didn't cry. Maybe she was numb from the

pain, or maybe she was scared silly. She looked so pitiful being so obedient." Algerone said sadly, his

gaze falling on Belinda lying there. He recalled the details of that day -

"I suddenly remembered we had a first aid kit in our car, so I took her there since the other children

were being helped by villagers and the police would arrive soon."

"In the car, she still clung to my neck refusing to let go. Only later did we realize this was because she

was terrified and traumatized. She underwent long professional psychological treatment afterwards."

Tristan listened anxiously and painfully, as if he was reliving Monica's trauma.

"At the time when Belinda treated her wounds, we asked her many questions, like where her parents

were and what her name was, but she just remained silent, as if she couldn't hear. "

Looking back now, Algerone still felt heartbroken.

"At the time, seeing how well-behaved, cute and pitiful she was, Belinda decided not to hand her to the

police." Algerone's mood darkened as he said, "We were also selfish because we had never

successfully conceived a child, and as Belinda predicted, most of the children could not return to their

parents and ended up in foster care, living different lives." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I'm really glad we kept her and named her Monica, which means beautiful, outstanding, excellent and

auspicious. She was so cute as a child and her name signified our family becoming more complete and

united with her arrival."

Tristan listened very attentively to the cruel yet beautiful story. He felt his breathing slow.

"Uncle, it was Monica's blessing to have met you and auntie." Tristan was relieved for the girl. If not for

her good fortune in meeting Algerone and Belinda that day, Monica would have had a very different life.

Monica went downstairs to buy chili sauce. On her way back, she walked very slowly.

She knew her father had deliberately sent her away to get a chance to talk to Tristan. As an

understanding daughter, she would give them enough time and not interrupt.

Lu Layeka.

The temperature drop did not come suddenly. The storm warning had been issued days ago.

Today, the temperature in Lu Layeka plunged 20 degrees. The north wind howled loudly!

Thinner tree branches were blown off directly, leaves swirled wildly in the air, giving a sense of the

coming winter.

The entire royal palace complex stood firmly amidst the gale, with the howling wind audible

everywhere. Servants hurried to close doors and windows and checked for any issues.

But there would likely be no rain tonight. The atmosphere tomorrow night would be even more intense.

Such rare weather occurring only once in decades made those with shady consciences afraid of being

struck by lightning, naturally making them more nervous.

All plans were for tomorrow night.

In Queen Catherine's palace, Jolie had also changed into a thick coat. Her eyelids kept twitching

uncontrollably, giving her an uneasy feeling.

"What's wrong? You seem very restless." Catherine asked. "Are you sick? You look so pale."