After a while, Ivan said to her, "You go back to the king's palace first and protect yourself. If there is any emergency with Rowan, let me know immediately."
"Okay."
Claire didn't stay here for too long. She left with her mission.
Arkpool City, dusk. The sunset spread across Emerald Bay.
Jennifer went downstairs with the newly developed antidote, accompanied by several bodyguards. She boarded the private plane heading to Lu Layeka.
With her help, a perfect plan to force the culprit to reveal himself would soon unfold.
At the hospital.
In the spacious and comfortable VIP ward, Belinda lay on the big white bed, her head wrapped in gauze and wearing an oxygen mask, still in a coma.
Algerone sat on the chair in front of the bed, holding her hand worriedly, with an extremely heavy mood.
Monica stood by the window, gazing blankly outside, having unconsciously lost herself in thought.
Tristan carried some fruits in and gently put the bag on the bedside table. Then he strode towards the girl by the window who didn't notice his arrival.
Monica couldn't help but start thinking again: Who am I?
This question had almost driven her crazy.
Now that she knew she wasn't a biological child, there was no way she wouldn't speculate wildly, although she pretended not to know anything in front of her dad and had no intention of recognizing her biological parents.
But her once whole heart now seemed to have cracks that might never heal - it would be a permanent scar.
The issue of her origin was like a boulder weighing on her heart.
Tristan stood beside her, observing her expression, and could feel where her thoughts had drifted. He also understood her mood.
He felt so distressed, not knowing at all what he could do for her.
He could only reach out and lightly grasp her shoulder. Monica blinked blankly and met his gaze as she snapped back to reality. She gave a sensible slight smile, "You're back?"
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