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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 1416: Claire Will Be Fine

"You've had a long day, too. Get srest early," Tristan said, turning around and putting down the medicine bottle. "You sleep in

the bed tonight, and I'll sleep on the couch."

His voice was gentle, and his tone was relaxed, giving her a sense of security at that moment.

He added, "Don't worry, | won't leave through this door. I'll be with you, so sleep with peace of mind."

Monica was indeed tired. She moved her body, lifted the blanket, and got into bed. She was really exhausted after a whole day of

turmoil.

Tristan saw that she had already lain down and turned off the main light in the room.

Monica lay on her side, watching him without blinking as he opened the glass door and went out to the balcony alone.

She thought to herself, his mood must be terrible, right?

The balcony light was on, and the curtains were open. Monica, lying on her side, could see his tall figure leaning against the railing.

She knew that he must be worried about Claire. At that moment, her heart felt strange.

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Monica couldn't help but remember the scene when she last met Claire. Tristan took her to the hospital to visit Eason, which was

also her first tgoing there.

They had just cout of the elevator when they met that girl. She had a gentle smile, was poised and gave Monica a deep

impression.

That day, she had apologized to Claire.

That day, Claire had left with Dr. Watson.

If something were to happen to a girl like that, Monica would also feel endless emotion.

The connection between people is really so short-lived. When they are together, they should cherish it and not be bothered by

trivial matters.

How could she sleep when Tristan wasn't sleeping?

Although lying down made her body feel more comfortable, her mind couldn't help but wander.

The night view across the river was beautiful and enchanting, with neon lights so dazzling that they were intoxicating. Even the

river surface was full of colorful lights. The search and rescue team hadn't reached this section yet, and tonight's view was truly

breathtaking.

But Tristan had no interest in admiring the night view. He was praying, praying for Claire's safety.

A cool breeze blew, and he couldn't help but curl one hand in front of his lips and cough softly.

Daphne Wells, sitting on the neighboring balcony's sofa, frowned and concentrated for a moment. Had Rowan returned?

She held her teacup, stunned for a few seconds, and finally realized that Rowan was staying on the other side. Her hanging heart

was somewhat relieved.

But she still put down her teacup, got up, walked to the other side, propped her hands on the railing, and leaned out to look at the

neighboring balcony. It was pitch black.

She couldn't help but smile, thinking that Claire must be dead, and Rowan must be feeling very guilty. However, after the collapse,

he would have to start a new life.

She would give him enough time, believing that he hadn't been with Claire for long, and their feelings weren't deep.

Forgetting a person completely is also a simple thing.

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"Claire will be fine."

Daphne Wells was slightly startled, and suddenly turned her eyes to the illuminated side, where a woman's voice cfrom!

And it mentioned Claire!

Daphne Wells pricked up her ears, her face turning cold!

On the other side of the balcony separated by a wall, Monica put a windbreaker on Tristan after hearing him cough. She quickly got

up from the bed.

Tristan looked at her as he heard the noise, his gentle gaze meeting hers, "..."

"Let's pray for Claire together." Monica looked up, her usually watery eyes filled with sincerity.

Daphne Wells, who heard these words, felt a burst of secret joy in her heart. If they needed to pray, it meant they hadn't found

her!

It would be strange if she didn't drown after so long!

Tristan turned around, his hands on Monica's shoulders, and asked with concern, "Why aren't you sleeping?" He looked at her feet

and said, "You need to rest. Don't walk around." As he spoke, he picked her up in his arms.