Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1804

Chapter 1804: Monica's Concerns

The question of whether Monica is truly Rowan's biological sister, and whether she is indeed the princess of Lu Layeka, lingers in everyone's mind. Rowan glanced at everyone and then, turning, strode out alongside Monica. The door closed gently behind them, leaving only three people in the ward.

Tristan appeared calm, but turmoil brewed within him. He approached Algerone, lightly patting his shoulder in consolation. "Uncle, Monica won't leave you," he assured.

Regarding the uncertain matter of Monica's departure, Belinda was at a loss. "Sometimes things are beyond Monica's control. The old king knowing that his long-lost daughter is still alive, how could he not acknowledge her? Even if they forcibly take her back, they are capable of such things."

Silence fell over the room. The power of the royal family was not to be underestimated, as evidenced by Rowan's own forced return.

The thought of possibly losing Monica left both Belinda and Algerone despondent, as if a dark cloud had descended upon them, casting a pall over their faces and dimming their eyes.

Although the results of the paternity test had not yet been revealed, the outcome seemed all but certain. Belinda removed a red bracelet from her wrist, clutching it dearly in her palm.

In the corridor outside, Monica halted her steps, with Rowan stopping beside her. "Where can we get the blood drawn?" she asked calmly. "Can it be done here in the hospital, or do we need to go to a paternity testing center?"

"It can be done here in the hospital, on the 17th floor," Rowan replied. "Come with me." He then led the way forward.

Following him, Monica and Rowan soon entered a private elevator for medical staff. As the doors closed, Monica watched the numbers climb, her anxiety growing. Her emotions were incredibly complex.

Rowan cast a sideways glance at her, his eyes still fixed on her face. He had many things he wanted to say, but suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

Before long, the doors opened, and they stepped out.