Female Novel
Chapter 1551: Who Are These People?
Chapter 1551: Who Are These People?
"Is Ting..." At this moment, Jane happened to come out.
However, Tristan gently interrupted, "We never put salt in chicken soup at home, because it tastes
fresher and more nutritious this way."novelbin
"..." Is that so? Monica looked at him in disbelief.
Tristan's lips curled up as he praised, "So the chicken soup you made last time was especially good. I
really enjoyed drinking it! And I'm used to it."
Jane was shocked, and she also seemed to understand something. Did Monica forget to put salt in the
chicken soup she made for him? So he was giving her a way out?
"Oh, I see." Sure enough, Monica was happy, but as she drank the soup in the bowl, it smelled fragrant
but had no taste at all, it was simply... hard to swallow!
That morning, Finnley drove from the Russell family and headed this way.
Violet sat in the passenger seat, looking out the foggy window, her mood heavy.
Albert didn't come because having more people would unconsciously put pressure on Claire. He was
just going to pick her up. This wasn't a negotiation.
"Mom, when you see Claire later, don't say too much or put more pressure on her. Young people today
are already under a lot of stress." Finnley said kindly as he controlled the steering wheel.
Violet had thought about it for a long time last night. "Son, it's not that your mother is unreasonable, it's
that you haven't stood in your mother's position. If Claire was my own daughter, I probably wouldn't be
so firmly against her being with Rowan today."
"She's not your own, so you want her to be happy even more." Finnley understood.
"Yes." Violet admitted, "Your uncle and aunt entrusted Claire to us before they passed away. We have a
responsibility and obligation to raise her and let her live happily. We've lost her once already, we can't
lose her a second time."
"Last time was just an accident. How many times can a person experience an accident like that in life?"
Finnley didn't quite understand and asked, "Should we all choose not to go out when we see news of a
car accident?"
Violet was silent.
He said, "It's the same logic. Accidents happen, but we just need to be careful."
"I know you love her, and Claire knows too. But everyone's understanding of happiness is different. To
let the people we love feel happy, that's real happiness, not forcing on them what we think is
happiness."
The son's words were reasonable. Violet remained silent... she really was conflicted.
When Finnley arrived, Tristan and the others had already finished breakfast and were coming to the
living room. They inadvertently saw a car parked steadily in the yard.
Rowan and Claire recognized at a glance that it was Finnley's car. Everyone came to the living room
door and saw Finnley and Violet get out of the car and walk over through the snow.
Claire's seemingly calm gaze contained a hint of apology as she looked at the middle-aged woman
walking towards her through the snow. She looked a little haggard, probably from worrying all night
without sleep?
"Auntie, brother." When they got closer, Claire softly greeted them.
Rowan did the same. "Auntie, Finnley." His voice was gentle and calm.
Violet stared at Claire without blinking. Just as she was about to say something, a rumbling sound
came from the sky.
Everyone at the door raised their heads to look, only to see five helicopters appear in their vision, the
powerful airflow from the propellers messing up everyone's clothes and hair. The helicopters were
circling above the yard in a surrounding formation.
Rowan took out his phone and saw the muted screen displaying an incoming call from Lu Layuoka's
number.
The call was still coming in. He looked up at the helicopters.
Obviously they had located his position and found him.
With so many friends here, Rowan didn't turn and flee. His jawline was as noble as European
aristocracy, and his eyes shone with a firm, cold light.