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Chapter 1547 Finnley Russell'S Words Were Straight To The Point
Chapter 1547 Finnley Russell's words were straight to the point
Tristan drove with one hand, looking ahead. In fact, his and Monica's situation was much better than
Claire's and Dr. Watson's.
Everyone was very clear that if they sent the drunk Claire back to the Russell family, the elders would
have an even worse impression of Dr. Watson.
And if Dr. Watson took Claire back to his place for the night, the Russell family elders who didn't see
her all night would definitely find their way to Dr. Watson's house the next day. That situation was also
unimaginable...
So going to Tristan's house was the safest option.
That night, at the Russell family residence.
In the living room, Violet called Dr. Watson's phone over and over, but he just wouldn't pick up. Violet
was fuming!
"How can he be so rude?! In this day and age when no one is without their phone, he actually doesn'tnovelbin
answer my calls!"
As she got angry, Violet then became anxious, "Mya, do you think they might have eloped?!"
"Mom, maybe he's in the operating room? He's a doctor, have you considered that possibility?"
Mya, with her big belly, consoled, "Dr. Watson won't elope. He has a whole hospital to run, he's not that
irresponsible. "
But Violet was incredibly worried, both agitated and angry. "Claire's phone has been off this whole time,
and Rowan Watson still isn't picking up either. Something must have happened, this is not normal!"
Seeing her mother-in-law so anxious, Mya felt that letting Claire go out on her own that morning was ill-
advised. She now felt very guilty, and was also worried about Claire's safety. Why would she turn off
her phone when everything was fine!
Mya didn't know what to say for a moment, she just knitted her brows lightly in silence as she
accompanied her mother-in-law.
Just then, a pair of headlights shone in from the yard.
Finnley Russell finally returned after leaving Marsh Group and briefly stopping by his own company.
As soon as he entered the living room, he could sense something was off tonight. After asking about it,
he learned of Claire's situation, as well as how she had left in the morning and still had not returned.
Finnley Russell could feel his mother's anxiety and urgency. He put his arm around his wife's shoulder,
then lightly said to his mother, "What's there to worry about? At least we know she's alive now, right?
Do we really want to drive her insane?"
"... " Violet's chest heaved slightly as she slowly turned to look at her son. "Did I drive her? I'm worried
about her!"
Finnley Russell met his mother's gaze and nodded, saying gently, "Yes, you did, otherwise she wouldn't
have left like that, holding scissors to her throat. This home... no longer provides her with support and
warmth."
Is that so?
Violet contemplated her son's words. She suddenly felt her heart tearing apart. "I'm just afraid..." her
voice trembled slightly, "I'm afraid she won't be happy..." She really was very anxious as well.
"If she and Dr. Watson break up, she won't be happy. If she's with Dr. Watson, she'll feel happy,"
Finnley Russell said to his mother. "What you think will make her happy won't actually make her happy.
True happiness is something she has to feel for herself."
"..." Violet pursed her lips tightly, her back involuntarily stiffening.
She had heard and absorbed her son's words tonight, to some degree.
Mya secretly tugged Finnley Russell, hoping he wouldn't speak so directly even though this was the
truth.
But Finnley Russell just patted his mother on the shoulder, "Give them some time and space. They're
not talking marriage yet anyway, so leave it to time. If she's unhappy, she'll come back herself."
Then Finnley Russell turned to his wife, "Dear, come with me upstairs." And led her up.
Mya really wanted to help Claire, because she was also a young person, a woman who could throw
caution to the wind for love.
It was love! How hard it was to encounter in this world!
Miss it and you may never meet it again in your whole life. Settling, compromising, how tragic would life
be?