Female Novel
Chapter 1730 Algerone Deliberately Sends His Daughter Away
Chapter 1730 Algerone Deliberately Sends His Daughter Away
"Dad."
"Uncle."
The two young people greeted him. Algerone gently put Belinda's hand down. He stood up, "Have you
had breakfast?"
"Yes, we have." Monica put the bag on the bedside table. "This is rice noodles for you, eat them while
they're hot."
"Monica, go downstairs and buy me a bottle of chili sauce," Algerone said to his daughter. "Rice
noodles taste better with chili sauce."
"Okay." Monica answered without thinking.
"I'll go," Tristan held Monica by the shoulder, stopping her footsteps, and looked at Algerone with a
smile.
At this moment, Algerone quickly said, "Tristan!" stopping his footsteps too.
"Let Monica go after all. She knows what kind I like to eat," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
With his gaze meeting Tristan's, Tristan suddenly understood something. Uncle deliberately wanted to
send Monica away.
He must have something to say to him. Tristan's heart sank. Had Aunt's condition worsened?
"Monica, you go after all," Tristan said gently, looking at the girl. "Be careful on the way."
Monica smiled and nodded. "Okay." Then she turned and left.
After his daughter left, Algerone's gaze fell again on Tristan's chiseled handsome face.
Tristan said gently, "Uncle, just go ahead and say it."
"Can you not tell Monica about her birth parents for now?" There was a hint of sigh in the middle-aged
man's tone, and also a hint of request.
Algerone felt that Tristan knew about her birth parents from the blood type, while Monica didn't know.
Girls tend to be insensitive about such things.
Tristan was silent for a moment and said regretfully, "She already knows."
Algerone was stunned inside, gazing at him for a long time. There was sincerity in Tristan's eyes, not at
all like he was joking.
It took him a good while to ask in surprise, "She knows?"
"Yes." Tristan nodded, his voice gentle. "But Monica has no intention of acknowledging her birth
parents, so she won't come to ask you about her birth at all. She cherishes her current life very much."
This news should be a comfort for Algerone and Belinda.
Outside the door, Monica lightly pressed her ear against the crack and clearly heard the conversation
inside.
Her mood inevitably grew heavy. She slowly drew back her thoughts, turned around slowly, and walked
away.
Inside the ward.
Algerone looked at Tristan, his words still echoing in his ears. There was shock and also awe.
Monica didn't even want to acknowledge her birth parents?
Tristan added, "That was Monica's own idea."
Tears misted Algerone's eyes and his nose suddenly turned sour. He was instantly filled with emotion.
"Tristan, do you want to know about Monica's birth?" His voice trembled slightly, as if it was a painfulnovelbin
past.
"If you're willing to say, I'm very willing to listen," Tristan replied. "If it's inappropriate, then don't say it. I
won't change my love for Monica because of her birth. I will marry her and take care of her all my life."
This moved Algerone tremendously.
Seeing Tristan completely as his own, he composed himself and began softly-
"More than twenty years ago, one evening, Belinda and I were driving across a rural bridge when we
saw a big truck overturn into the river."
"Without waiting for the police to arrive, villagers rushed to rescue people. Because the water was
shallow, in the dry season, they heard a child's cries coming from the cargo box. After the truck driver
and crew got out of the cab, they fled directly."
"Everyone quickly pried open the cargo box and found it full of children, from a few months to five years
old, twenty or thirty of them. It was a human trafficking gang."
"Many children were injured, and several died right there. The scene was truly horrifying." His voice
was full of grief, he could hardly stand to recall it.
Tristan's chest tore abruptly as he listened. His brows couldn't help but furrow. So his beloved Monica
was among them too?!