Female Novel
Chapter 1829: Holding Onto The Old King
Chapter 1829: Holding onto the Old King
Monica thought carefully, "Let's do it tomorrow." Everyone is tired today.
Today, they met Rowan, but he was just a guest and didn't mention anything unrelated to giving
blessings.
It made Monica feel touched that he didn't put any pressure on her.
"Monica, tomorrow your mom and I will go with you," Belinda had already thought it through, although
she felt reluctant deep down, she had to support Monica's search for her biological father. She didn't
want Monica's life to be filled with regrets.novelbin
Algerone also said, "Yes, your mom and I will accompany you." Otherwise, they wouldn't feel at ease.
They didn't know if Monica's biological father would be familiar or have a temper.
"Okay," Monica didn't refuse, "Alright, let's go together." She felt a bit nervous and lost about meeting
her biological father. Her heart was filled with various complex emotions.
What should she say when she meets him?
Although his blood runs through her veins, they have been apart for so many years... Would it feel
familiar or strange?
How would Algerone and Belinda feel? They must be very sad, right?
"Dad," Monica raised her coffee cup, using coffee instead of wine, "Mom, thank you for nurturing me all
these years. You will always be my mom and dad in this lifetime."
Belinda was moved, her nose tingling, gently clinked her cup with her daughter's. "From now on, we
should all be happy."
"Thank you, Monica," Algerone also lightly tapped his cup, "You went through a lot for today's
wedding."
The three of them smiled at each other and took a sip of coffee.
Then they chatted, laughed, and spoke their hearts out. The confessions that had been suppressed for
many years were finally spoken at this moment.
In the afternoon, Rowan and Claire took Bertie to visit the famous sights of Arkpool City, telling him
about the local customs and traditions.
They had him try the famous local delicacies, and the scenery along the riverside at night was
particularly beautiful.
They strolled along, enjoying the food, and took many photos.
Bertie was in a particularly good mood. He suddenly started to like this city. It was a rare low-key outing
for him since his illness.
There were no bodyguards accompanying him, no grand processions. He could eat at small
restaurants just like an ordinary person, satisfying his own taste buds without any psychological
burden.
"Claire, Louis, let me take a photo of you too!" Bertie raised his phone.
Rowan put his arm around Claire and stepped back, leaning against the railing by the river. Claire
made a peace sign with her fingers, and they both had smiles on their faces.
As a ruler of a country, Bertie rarely took pictures with people, but his photography skills were still good.
Just after taking the photo, his phone rang with a video call from Catherine. "It's a video call."
"You should answer," he answered in front of his son and future daughter-in-law.
"I'm walking outside with Louis and Claire. The scenery by the riverside is nice. The wind is a bit strong,
but not cold," Bertie switched the camera, letting her see the scenery of this foreign land. Co?tent оf
Draмa?ovеls.cом
Sharing is the most sincere confession.