Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1796: Clever Monica

Chapter 1796: Clever Monica

She cautiously glanced towards the door, her heart pounding with excitement as she quickly opened the album, feeling like she had discovered a treasure trove-each photo was of the two of them!

There were wedding photos, day-to-day life photos, some taken in summer, and some in winter, at least several dozen in total.

Monica was beyond excited, her heart racing with joy. She swiftly forwarded each photo to her own phone, her movements swift and efficient. As she watched the silent phone successfully receive each one, a smile spread across her face.

After forwarding all these photos, she deleted the records in Algerone's chat box, achieving complete stealth.

As Monica opened the door, she handed the phone back to her father, and it promptly rang.

Algerone glanced at the caller ID, then stood up to answer. "Hello, Minister Zhang," he said with a warm tone and a smile.

Listening attentively to the other party, both women watched as he nodded and said, "Alright, are you here? I'll be right over. Sure, see you in a bit."

After the call, Algerone turned to the mother and daughter, "Um... I need to go back to the office for a bit. Monica, stay here with your mother for a while."

"Sure, go ahead," Monica said, understanding.

Algerone looked at Belinda, "I'm leaving then?"

"Go on, go on!" Belinda waved him off.

As the middle-aged man left, just as he reached the door, he stepped towards the elevator, checked his call history-strange, Monica hadn't called Tristan just now.

Then why did she take his phone? And why hide in the adjacent room and close the door?

Entering the elevator, Algerone checked the phone again but found nothing unusual.

In the hospital room, Monica sent all the photos she had just received to Tristan. She operated her phone while chatting with Belinda.

"Belinda, are you feeling any better now?" she asked casually, trying to distract her.

"Much better. My head occasionally feels a bit dizzy, but I asked the doctor today. He said it's a normal phenomenon. A few more days of intravenous fluids, and it should improve a lot."

"I have good news for you. Dr. Watson has returned to the country."

Monica smiled, sitting in a chair by the bed, sending photos via her phone as she spoke to Belinda, "Once he's done with his personal affairs, he will come to the hospital. You can ask him to diagnose you, and maybe following his prescriptions, you could be discharged earlier."

"Your father told me he is now the king of Lu Layeka?" Belinda was quite shocked, "Is that true?"

"It's been reported in the news. He is indeed the prince of that country and has inherited the throne."

The girl responded, and in less than a minute, all the photos were sent.

Tristan replied with two words: "Received."

She happily put away her phone, then leaned forward, taking Belinda's hand. "Isn't he amazing? He's become a king and still cares for patients? He wants to continue being a doctor. It's said that he not only inherited the throne but also inherited a private fortune of 40 billion dollars."

"He's truly a rare breed," Belinda felt moved. "With so much money, you could spend it for a hundred lifetimes."

Monica smiled, playing with the red bracelet on her mother's wrist. "The day you get discharged will surely be the best day of this year."

"I know you're all waiting for my recovery," Belinda reached out and caressed her daughter's face. "My body is quite resilient. I feel better with each passing day. So, you can start preparing for your wedding."

Monica gave her a sweet, happy smile.

The mother and daughter chatted, the atmosphere harmonious and sweet. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Meanwhile, Tristan was at a café with the wedding planning director Newson, discussing details of their remarriage ceremony.