Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1784: A New Beginning

Chapter 1784: A New Beginning

Vividly clear in their minds, having gone through this catastrophe, they both had a new appreciation for

the rest of their lives. They would cherish it doubly and let go of all the barriers in their hearts.

Algerone carefully fed her, piece by piece. Belinda opened her mouth and chewed slowly, a long-lost

warmth filling the air.

"The doctor said you can have some soft food. How is it? Do you still like the taste?" Algerone asked

gently.

Belinda set aside her former dominance and persistence, tears in her eyes as she looked at him and

nodded.

After a while, she choked up and said, "Algerone..." Her nose tingled, and tears overflowed

uncontrollably.

Algerone, desperate, quickly set down the pastry in his hand and reached out to embrace her. "Don't

cry, don't cry... it's all over now... please don't cry," he wanted to cry too.

"Algerone..." Belinda's heart twitched, suddenly in a tearing pain, "Algerone... I'm sorry..." Her youthful

insistence and wilfulness had caused them to miss out on so many years together.

"Belinda, stop. Stop apologizing." The middle-aged man held her shoulders, gently pushing her away

from his embrace, and looked into her eyes at close range. He said, "Can we turn the page on the

past? Take care of yourself and let's look towards the future together."

"Our future..." Belinda looked at him through tears, "How can we look towards the future?"

"Let's remarry," Algerone said without hesitation, holding her hand again. "When you recover, I will

propose to you. Let's start over."

Their eyes met, both filled with tears, and she did not refuse.

Belinda's heart ached terribly. She couldn't help but reach out again and hug him.

The long-suppressed emotions in both of them awakened and boiled at this moment. Tears in their

eyes, they held each other tightly, their body temperatures intertwining.

Two hours later, Tristan and Monica, who had finished watching a movie, returned to the hospital.

They felt the air was sweet, and even the wind was sweet. The heavy burden on their hearts finally

lifted.

This feeling was truly long-lost. Every second of these days had been filled with concern for Ling, their

mother.

They feared she wouldn't wake up, feared she would become a vegetable, and feared she would lose

her memory if she did wake up. Now, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Returning to the ward, they saw Algerone had just fed Belinda some warm water. Seeing him take

away the cup, the scene was heartwarming and sweet.

The two young people smiled at each other.

"Monica, Tristan..." Belinda sat leaning against the head of the bed, looking at them hand in hand with

a smile, "You've also worked hard during this time."

"Not at all," Monica let go of Tristan's hand, and approached the bed, "Mom, how are you feeling now?

Any discomfort? Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm fine," Belinda smiled contentedly, looking satisfied at Tristan standing by the bed. This man was

mature and reliable, worthy of reliance.

"Auntie, rest assured and recover. You don't need to worry about anything else," Tristan said gently, "I

will take care of Monica and uncle."

"Dad," Monica turned to look at her father, "You should go back and rest first, right? We'll stay with

Mom. You look like you've got dark circles under your eyes."

Belinda also felt sorry, "Yes, you should go back and rest first. Let the children stay with me for a while,"

she urged him repeatedly.

"Come on, come on, we're here for her."

Suddenly, Algerone remembered the roses in his yard that also needed watering; it hadn't rained in the

past few days.

So, he agreed, "Alright, alright. You take good rest too. Can I come to see you again tomorrow

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"Okay," Belinda nodded and gave him a faint smile.

Monica was happy, her father could rest well, her mother was awake, and she didn't need to worry too

much.