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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1455
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Chapter 1455: Algerone's Hard Work

And so, after they had left, it wasn't long before Kay walked in with a laptop in her arms. "Claire, Mr. Adams said this one isn't

password protected, you can use it as you like."

"What a good girl, thank you, Kay, you're such a little helper! Mr. Adams must like you best!"

Claire accepted the computer, once again tugging at her little hand, the apple pendant looked better and better the more she

looked at it. "You can go and get busy, okay?"

"Okay, Claire, I'll leave you to your work, | won't disturb you." Kay gave her a sweet smile, turned around and left. She was going to

help Mr. Adams stoke the fire.

Mr. Adams said that simmering herbal medicine required a small fire and patience, just like treating patients. One must not be

impatient when it comes to maintaining health.

In her room, Claire recalled the endearing appearance of Kay, her liking for her grew more and more. She also heard the sound of

children playing in the yard.

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Kay was certainly not the oldest in the orphanage, but she must be the most sensible. Her gentleness was innate, carrying a touch

of nobility.

Opening the laptop, she gathered her thoughts.

Because writing was a dream carved into her bones, no matter what happened, she never stopped updating her work. So even if

she lost sof her memory due to a concussion, she still remembered she was an online ist, and updating her work was her

duty.

Mother, she hadn't updated for four days!!

The comment section was already full of complaints. She saw her book had made it onto the leaderboard, and its popularity was

higher than ever.

"Is this a recommendation?" Claire was both puzzled and excited, "| must add more updates then!"

So, she thought, let's write and update a chapter today.

In Emerald Bay, Rowan Watson had taken care of the hospital matters. He planned to take a break to adjust his emotions and

state.

But when he was idle, he still missed Claire, missed her so much.

It turned out that she had unknowingly walked into his life and occupied his heart.

Rowan Watson was reading her serialized , starting from the beginning, and he had stayed up all night reading it yesterday...

Perhaps this was the closest way to her.

To understand her, to read her, to love her, to re-identify her through her words.

Rowan Watson used to never read ; he only studied medicine.

But now, he was actually infatuated with this . In his eyes, it was a great story, it's just a pity, it was going to remain

unfinished...

In the evening, in the Swain family's yard.

The first thing Algerone Swain did when he cback from the company was to check on the roses that had been transplanted

from the Fritz family. They had basically survived, and even in the dead of winter, swere beginning to sprout new shoots.

Today's wind was too cold to describe as cool, it was a bit cold. The forecast said that Arkpool City would see its first snowfall of the

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winter in the next couple of days.

Recently, he strictly controlled the watering of the plants, also stopped fertilizing, and prepared for frost protection.

He had put so much effort into learning recently, he had directly apprenticed himself to Mrs. Fritz, he was practically becoming a

professional florist.

Tristan's car was driving towards this side. Monica said she wanted to cand see her father. She had initially gone to the

company, but her father wasn't there. It was said that he had been leaving work early recently, and no one in the company knew

why.

"Do you think dad is sick? His body can't take it? So he doesn't work overtime?" Monica was quite worried, she was making wild

guesses in the passenger seat.

"That's unlikely." Tristan seemed somewhat calm, "If there's a problem with his health, he'd go to the hospital during the day,

people these days see through things quite clearly."

"Ah, | hope so."

Soon, the car stopped outside the Swain family's yard. Monica looked at the scene in the yard and was simply astonished, "What is

he doing? What is he planting?" She got out of the car quickly, brimming with curiosity.