Female Novel
Chapter 1785: Giving The Hand Rope To Belinda
Chapter 1785: Giving the Hand Rope to Belinda
"Tristan, isn't your company busy?" Belinda looked at the man standing in front of the bed with a gentle
expression, showing some concern.
Tristan smiled slightly, "Auntie, the company isn't busy. I've already been to the office in the morning
and sorted out tomorrow's tasks. Today, I'm here with Monica to accompany you."
She nodded, "Good." Then Algerone took the laptop from the bedside table, bid everyone farewell, and
left.
He was concerned about the large patch of roses in the yard, which he had always cared for diligently.
He couldn't let them be ruined by his recent neglect.
Algerone drove back home and as soon as he got out of the car, he bent over to inspect the yard. The
sight of the roses in full bloom filled him with great joy. Finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief because
they had already sprouted flower buds.novelbin
He thought to himself that when Belinda was discharged from the hospital, perhaps by then they would
be blooming in abundance, certainly very beautiful.
Moreover, these were varieties introduced from the Ho family, belonging to the top grade of roses.
When they bloomed, they would look completely different from those bought in a flower shop, at least a
hundred times more beautiful.
As Algerone watered these plants, he did so with a smile on his face, as if he were caring for his own
children.
He was especially looking forward to the day Belinda would be discharged. He would bring her here
and she would be able to see the roses in full bloom throughout the yard.
On that day, her smile would surely be radiant, and this would undoubtedly be a very special gift.
He would kneel amidst this vast expanse of roses and present a ring to propose to her...
In the hospital ward.
Tristan's phone rang, and he turned and went out to answer the call.
In the ward, only the mother and son remained. Monica sat in a chair by the bed and took out a red
rope bracelet from her pocket. It was woven, with a small pendant hanging from it.
She picked up her mother's wrist and gently tied the bracelet on.
Belinda looked at her somewhat shocked, "Monica..."
"This is my lucky bracelet, lent to you to wear for a few days," Monica said as she tied it, looking up
with a smile, "I hope that my dearest and greatest Belinda can recover quickly and leave the hospital
soon."
Monica didn't know the origin of the bracelet, having no memories before the age of five, but this
bracelet seemed to always bring her a kind of magical power, so she had always kept it safe.
Looking at the smiling girl in front of the bed, Belinda couldn't help but feel a little bitter in her heart, and
a certain scene from twenty years ago flashed through her mind...
The sensible little girl, with this rope bracelet on her delicate wrist, stained with blood...
If she and Algerone hadn't driven by the scene of the car accident, if they hadn't generously stopped to
rescue, they would never have met Monica.
"What's wrong?" Monica saw that she seemed somewhat distracted and asked softly, "What are you
thinking about?"
Thankful for her fortune, Belinda pursed her lips and showed a touch of affection, "Thank you, Monica,
for putting on this lucky bracelet. Mom will definitely, definitely leave the hospital as soon as possible."
"Okay, okay." Monica wanted to matchmake her with Algerone, so she held her hand and said,
"Algerone has been staying here these days, he is really worried about you."
"Okay," Belinda asked, "Child, how are things going with Tristan?"
"We're doing well."
Monica's face lit up with a happy smile, a little shy, "We just went to see a movie together, and he was
particularly attentive to details. He's been accompanying me as much as possible during this time."
Tristan was a reliable man, Belinda observed, and her approval of him was growing stronger in her
heart.
"When are you planning to get married then?" Belinda inquired, "Have you talked about this topic? If he
brings it up, don't act aloof – don't miss out on such a good man."