Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1443: Finnley Doesn'T Know How To Explain

Chapter 1443: Finnley Doesn't Know How to Explain

Rowan looked at the plots she had written, as if he could see into her heart... In her words, she showed

her understanding and admiration for the profession of being a doctor.

Under her pen, doctors were angels.

Rowan found her interview online. In the photo, Claire's smile was radiant, her eyes bright. She told the

reporter that her biggest dream was to turn her works into a TV series.novelbin

Rowan realized she never considered exploiting her relationship with Finnley, even though the Marsh

Group had many screenwriting teams and film companies under its umbrella.

Turning her work into a film or TV series would be easy.

But she wanted to do it on her own.

Memories of Claire lingered in his mind... they wouldn't fade, even in sleep, she appeared in his

dreams.

For the first time, Rowan understood what it felt like to love someone. They weren't related by blood,

but it felt like they were one.

In the late afternoon.

Finnley left the company, driving his white Maybach home.

He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting on the open window, his fist under his chin,

his brow furrowed as he pondered.

How should he explain Claire's situation to his parents so that they could accept it?

They couldn't be kept in the dark...

In the Russell family's large villa, the kitchen was bustling.

Servants brought exquisite and delicious dishes to the dining room and prepared red wine.

In the living room, Albert looked out into the yard, "Why hasn't Finnley come back yet? He's not

working overtime again, is he?"

"I called him. He said he's not working overtime today," Violet stood up from the couch, "He must be on

his way."

"Where did Claire go? Why can't we reach her by phone?" Albert frowned and sighed, "I had a dream

last night, I dreamt she fell into the water accidentally, I wanted to give her a call to remind her."

"I can't reach her either," Violet didn't think of the worst, "She has so many friends in the writers'

association, she never goes anywhere alone, she should be fine. Maybe her phone just died?"

"Would her phone die in the middle of the day? That's not normal either. It's one thing that she doesn't

go out alone, but shouldn't she call before she leaves? So we know where she's going."

Albert, like a concerned father, worried about Claire. Because of the dream last night, he always had a

vague sense of foreboding.

As the couple were talking, a white Maybach stopped in the yard.

They watched as Finnley got out of the car and walked towards the living room, a happy smile

appeared on Violet's face.

Pregnant Mya Saunders, holding the railing, came down from upstairs, just as Finnley walked in.

"Dad, Mom, darling," he greeted, his tone still very relaxed.

After coming downstairs, Mya Saunders walked over happily, arm in arm with him, leaning happily on

his shoulder, "Finally, you got off work early, how long has it been since we had dinner together? You

deserve praise today, you kept your word."

Finnley hugged her shoulder and smiled.

Albert asked, "Where is Claire? Can you contact her? We've been trying to call her, but we don't know

where she's gone."

Finnley looked at his parents, his voice calm, "Let's eat first, I can smell the food, I'm hungry."

"Alright, let's eat first." Violet didn't dwell on it, "I knew Claire must have gone on a long trip, and only

dared to tell you, her brother, but didn't dare to tell us."

"Mom."

Mya Saunders walked towards the dining room with Finnley, smiling, "Actually, for Claire's profession,

it's helpful to go out more, it can increase inspiration, and the text she writes won't be so pale and

powerless."