Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1328: The Forgotten Monica

"Daphne is so outstanding, there must still be a chance, right? As longas they're not married yet." Mr. Wells, Daphne's father, didn't want to letgo of this golden opportunity.

Upon hearing that he had opened his own hospital, Daphne's parentsrushed into the city to support their daughter. It proved the old saying: Afamily that doesn't work together doesn't stay together.

"Please go back, immediately, right now!" Daphne roared, on the vergeof a mental breakdown. "I know you didn't come here for a checkup! Ifyou really want a checkup, please do it at the county hospital!"

As she spoke, she took out her phone and immediately contacted heryounger brother, asking him to take their parents for a checkup. Shewould cover the expenses.

Her parents were frightened. "What's wrong with you? Why are you soangry?"

"Mom, Dad, go back!" Daphne dragged them away. "Leave me alone,I'm tired.”

Then, without any courtesy, she sent them away with the bags they hadbrought.

Her temper and alienation frightened Mr. and Mrs. Wells. They didn'tdare confront their daughter because they felt she had become adifferent person. Was this still their filial daughter?

They took a cab downstairs and asked the driver to take them to thebus station.

Daphne stood alone in the cold early winter wind, her eyes filled withtears, and her emotions nearly collapsing again.

Her head ached, her hair was a mess, and she had taken a lot ofsleeping pills recently. She felt her body couldn't take it anymore.

Back in her rented room, she opened another bottle of wine.

What is love in this world?

It was something that could make people worry, exhaust them, andmake them want to trade their lives for it. She had liked Rowan sinceshe was a child!

She didn't want to give him up to anyone more than anyone else!What Daphne couldn't understand the most was that she didn't thinkClaire was better than her!

Was it only when Claire died that Rowan would take a closer look ather?

Because of her deep obsession, Daphne's thoughts were twisted. Injust a few days, she had become depressed to the extreme, and hermental state had somewhat deteriorated.

For an entire day, Daphne turned off her phone and didn't go out.

At noon.

In a hotel suite not far from the Clarke Corp, the room was spaciousand cost several thousand a night.

Monica stared at the long row of exquisite bags on the sofa, containingclothes, shoes, hats, and some accessories, as well as food and otherthings.

By a rough calculation, she knew she owed Tristan a lot of money.She had no money in her phone, and her commonly used cards were inher suitcase, which was still in Canada.

Finally, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

Not only had she not received a call from Tristan, but she hadn't evenreceived a single Facebook message!

What was happening?

Could it be that he was so busy that he had to work overtime?

Or had he forgotten about her?

Monica took a shower, put on her pajamas, curled up on the sofa,picked up her phone hesitantly, and made a bold move by making avideo call to him on Facebook!

It was a daring act, not caring what he was doing or whether it wasconvenient.

The phone rang for a little while.

Tristan answered. The girl was a bit nervous, but she overcame it andstared at him. "Where are you?" She was sure it wasn't his office.

"At home." Tristan was wearing a bathrobe, having already taken ashower.

The room was large, and the decor was simple and unique.

Monica shifted her focus to him, staring at his handsome side face ashe bent down to tidy up the coffee table. The camera was pointed athim, but he didn't look at the screen.

"What are you doing?" she asked again.

"Nothing." As his words fell, Tristan picked up the remote and turned onthe wall projector, then sat down on the sofa. He was watching TV.Monica heard the sound coming from the TV and found him strange.He never looked at the screen, so she asked, "You... don't you come tosee me after work?"

It was only then that Tristan looked at her, his handsome eyebrowsslightly furrowed, as if he didn't understand her meaning.

From his distant gaze, Monica felt that they were not on the samewavelength. She was waiting for him, but he hadn't thought aboutcoming at all!

“I... I mean..." Monica stammered, struggling to replace her words. Sherephrased, "I mean, you helped me check into the hotel and bought meso many clothes. Shouldn't we settle the accounts? How much do Iowe you? I just want to know."

"How about it?" Tristan asked indifferently, "Can you pay it back now?"