Chapter 1458: Women Probably Have Some Drama
Chapter 1458: Women Probably Have Some Drama
"Mom, what are you doing?" Monica asked after entering the room and glancing at the man sitting on
the sofa with a home purchase agreement. She looked at Belinda, puzzled, "Why buy so many
houses? Your company is not in Arkpool City, and you don't live here often. Isn't it unnecessary?"
"Just sign the document and move out immediately," Belinda said coldly, her face showing discontent.
"Dad never came to bother you, did he? Consider this house as having nothing to do with him, he's not
charging you rent, why are you having a problem with the money? Buying a house is not like buying
cabbages!" Monica argued.
"Monica, I said, sign the document quickly! Don't you understand?!" Belinda raised her voice,
seemingly frustrated.
Tristan furrowed his brows, feeling like he had sensed something. If she really wanted to buy a house,
couldn't she just sign the document and move out?
This must be a woman's-drama.
Yes, Belinda knew her daughter was stubborn and wouldn't sign easily.
Tristan pondered and then spoke, "Auntie, if you're unhappy about something, you can communicate it.
Buying a house outright may not be a big deal for you, but Monica thinks it may be unnecessary."
As he spoke, he looked around, then asked with concern, "Is there something wrong with this house?
Or is there a problem somewhere?"
"Tristan," Belinda's gaze shifted slightly, landing on him. She asked coolly, "In what capacity are you
here discussing family matters with me?"
Family matters?
The clever Tristan seemed to understand something. In her subconscious, she considered Uncle
Swain as a family member.
So, Tristan, seeing the situation was ripe, said to Monica, "You should call your dad. Buying a house is
okay, but if we are to move out of here, at least he should know."
Something flashed in Belinda's eyes, and her expression softened when she looked at Tristan.
Monica thought his words made sense, "Okay." She took out her phone, giving her mother a wary
glance.
Unexpectedly, her mother didn't object.
Until Monica dialed her father's number, Belinda didn't say anything. She suppressed an awkward
feeling, turning her back to hide her discomfort.
Algerone Swain didn't answer his daughter's call. Belinda was puzzled, wasn't he reachable just now?
How come? He couldn't be reached now?
Just as Monica was confused and disappointed, another car drove into the yard and parked next to
Tristan's car.
Algerone Swain got out of the car and walked in quickly. He couldn't figure out why they would want to
move out of nowhere.
Everyone's eyes fell on him, only Belinda's face was cold, her gaze seemed to look at him, but not
really.
"Uncle Swain," Tristan greeted politely.
Because Monica had just come back from his place, and the situation today was... clearly off.
So she didn't speak, and she didn't dare to get too close to her father to avoid annoying her mother.
Algerone Swain glanced at the man who had stood up from the sofa and also saw the home purchase
agreement in his hand, "Belinda, what are you doing? Are you uncomfortable living here?"
He finally came, and he came in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to answer his precious
daughter's phone call. Belinda's frustration and irritation were halved instantly, and she felt strangely
touched.
Belinda couldn't answer her ex-husband's question, and she was even more embarrassed when she
realized that Tristan was also present.
"Mom, you shouldn't buy a house," Monica broke the silence, "We have a place to live now, it's better to
save the money for something else."
"Yeah, why buy a house when we have one to live in?" Algerone Swain blurted out, "If you're insecure,
I can transfer the house into your name."
Belinda looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time. She didn't want a house, she saw a long-lostnovelbin
care.
Algerone Swain met her gaze, perhaps he was too nervous, he didn't think it through, and quickly
corrected himself, "Or I can transfer it to our daughter!"
Belinda withdrew her gaze, instantly speechless again.