Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1295

Chapter 1295 Rowan Arrives

At that moment, the silent Albert sighed and asked discontentedly, "Claire, didn't he give you a reasonable explanation? It's been a whole day."
Claire's nose tingled, having waited for half a day without receiving his call or seeing him re-add her on Facebook. She didn't know how he treated their relationship. Later, she turned off her phone, and he seemed to have disappeared completely.
"Claire?" As her brother, Finnley felt distressed seeing her like this. He reached out and held her shoulder, speaking softly, "Even if you want to break up, you should know what's going on. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding? What do you think?"
Claire looked up with a wronged heart, "Misunderstanding?" The thought of those photos stabbed her heart again, "Have you seen the pictures? Were they just photoshopped? Isn't it a fact that Daphne stayed overnight at his house?"
The girl took a deep breath, feeling heartbroken.
Finnley's brows furrowed slightly as he analyzed the situation rationally, "But I don't think he's that kind of person. If he liked Daphne, why would he be with you? He could have rejected you."
"Typical scum. What man doesn't want to have more than one woman?" Claire huffed, put down her fork, and stood up, "Isn't that the dream of all you men?"
As Finnley was speechless and Claire was about to leave, Holly appeared at the entrance of the dining room, reporting with slight excitement, "Dr. Watson is here."
In the brightly lit dining room, everyone turned their gaze to the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the car park and the headlights go out.
Claire's heart tightened as she quickly ran to the living room, then hurriedly went upstairs. Her mind was in a fog, angry, wronged, and even more heartbroken.
She feared Rowan would say to her, "I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry, Claire."
The Russells put down their utensils and stood up, heading to the living room. They were as concerned and worried as if there were problems in the marriage of their younger generation.
They stood at the entrance of the living room, watching Rowan get out of the driver's seat, close the car door, and walk towards them.
In the evening breeze and under the night sky, Rowan's figure appeared somewhat frail.
Claire stood by the window of the upstairs bedroom, staring at his figure, her vision blurred by tears.
Rowan had been busy until now, not even having time for dinner, and came here as soon as he left the hospital.
As he walked, he saw a crowd at the entrance of the living room. Mr. and Mrs. Russel were there, as well as Finnley and Mya. Even the servants were present, but there was no sign of Claire.
As he got closer, everyone could see the subtle expressions on Rowan's face. Violet's mood calmed down a bit; he seemed to have come to apologize and make peace.
" Mr. and Mrs. Russel." Rowan stopped at the entrance of the living room, well aware that everyone must have seen the news, "Where is Claire? Her phone is off, and I can't reach her."
Rowan's attitude was sincere, and his handsome face showed a trace of fatigue.
Violet suddenly felt sympathy, understanding the demands of a doctor's profession. But the news, especially the photos, had indeed angered her. So, she asked coldly, "Tell me, did that woman stay at your house last night?"
Rowan couldn't lie, "Yes."
Everyone's chests tightened, and Violet's face fell.
But he explained, "I did ask her to leave and closed the door. I didn't expect her to go upstairs and stay in the guest room for the night. I didn't allow it, but I am responsible."
The explanation was true, but it seemed weak and powerless. Rowan had been regretting and blaming himself.
As expected, Albert asked, "Why did you take her home in the first place?"