Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1829: Holding Onto The Old King

Chapter 1829: Holding onto the Old King

Monica thought carefully, "Let's do it tomorrow." Everyone is tired today.

Today, they met Rowan, but he was just a guest and didn't mention anything unrelated to giving blessings.

It made Monica feel touched that he didn't put any pressure on her.

"Monica, tomorrow your mom and I will go with you," Belinda had already thought it through, although she felt reluctant deep down, she had to support Monica's search for her biological father. She didn't want Monica's life to be filled with regrets.

Algerone also said, "Yes, your mom and I will accompany you." Otherwise, they wouldn't feel at ease. They didn't know if Monica's biological father would be familiar or have a temper.

"Okay," Monica didn't refuse, "Alright, let's go together." She felt a bit nervous and lost about meeting her biological father. Her heart was filled with various complex emotions.

What should she say when she meets him? Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Although his blood runs through her veins, they have been apart for so many years... Would it feel familiar or strange?

How would Algerone and Belinda feel? They must be very sad, right?

"Dad," Monica raised her coffee cup, using coffee instead of wine, "Mom, thank you for nurturing me all these years. You will always be my mom and dad in this lifetime."

Belinda was moved, her nose tingling, gently clinked her cup with her daughter's. "From now on, we should all be happy."

"Thank you, Monica," Algerone also lightly tapped his cup, "You went through a lot for today's wedding."

The three of them smiled at each other and took a sip of coffee.

Then they chatted, laughed, and spoke their hearts out. The confessions that had been suppressed for many years were finally spoken at this moment.

In the afternoon, Rowan and Claire took Bertie to visit the famous sights of Arkpool City, telling him about the local customs and traditions.

They had him try the famous local delicacies, and the scenery along the riverside at night was particularly beautiful.

They strolled along, enjoying the food, and took many photos.

Bertie was in a particularly good mood. He suddenly started to like this city. It was a rare low-key outing for him since his illness.

There were no bodyguards accompanying him, no grand processions. He could eat at small restaurants just like an ordinary person, satisfying his own taste buds without any psychological burden.

"Claire, Louis, let me take a photo of you too!" Bertie raised his phone.

Rowan put his arm around Claire and stepped back, leaning against the railing by the river. Claire made a peace sign with her fingers, and they both had smiles on their faces.

As a ruler of a country, Bertie rarely took pictures with people, but his photography skills were still good.

Just after taking the photo, his phone rang with a video call from Catherine. "It's a video call."

"You should answer," he answered in front of his son and future daughter-in-law.

"Husband, are you outside? Have you eaten?" Catherine was just like an ordinary wife, caring about his daily life. "The wind is blowing your hair. Are you dressed lightly? Will you catch a cold?"

"I'm walking outside with Louis and Claire. The scenery by the riverside is nice. The wind is a bit strong, but not cold," Bertie switched the camera, letting her see the scenery of this foreign land.

Rowan put his arm around Claire's shoulder, and the two followed behind their father, naturally slowing their pace.

Sharing is the most sincere confession.

Rowan didn't oppose his father's relationship with Catherine. As long as this woman was sincere, having someone like her by his father's side was a rare stroke of luck and a natural desire for anyone.