NovelStartChapter 1551: Who Are These People?
"Is Ting..." At this moment, Jane happened to cout.
However, Tristan gently interrupted, "We never put salt in chicken soup at home, because it tastes fresher and more nutritious this
way."
"..." Is that so? Monica looked at him in disbelief.
Tristan's lips curled up as he praised, "So the chicken soup you made last twas especially good. | really enjoyed drinking it! And
I'm used to it."
Jane was shocked, and she also seemed to understand something. Did Monica forget to put salt in the chicken soup she made for
him? So he was giving her a way out?
"Oh, | see." Sure enough, Monica was happy, but as she drank the soup in the bowl, it smelled fragrant but had no taste at all, it
was simply... hard to swallow!
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That morning, Finnley drove from the Russell family and headed this way.
Violet sat in the passenger seat, looking out the foggy window, her mood heavy.
Albert didn't cbecause having more people would unconsciously put pressure on Claire. He was just going to pick her up. This
wasn't a negotiation.
"Mom, when you see Claire later, don't say too much or put more pressure on her. Young people today are already under a lot of
stress." Finnley said kindly as he controlled the steering wheel.
Violet had thought about it for a long tlast night. "Son, it's not that your mother is unreasonable, it's that you haven't stood in
your mother's position. If Claire was my own daughter, | probably wouldn't be so firmly against her being with Rowan today."
"She's not your own, so you want her to be happy even more." Finnley understood.
"Yes." Violet admitted, "Your uncle and aunt entrusted Claire to us before they passed away. We have a responsibility and obligation
to raise her and let her live happily. We've lost her once already, we can't lose her a second time."
"Last twas just an accident. How many times can a person experience an accident like that in life?" Finnley didn't quite
understand and asked, "Should we all choose not to go out when we see news of a car accident?"
Violet was silent.
He said, "It's the slogic. Accidents happen, but we just need to be careful."
"I know you love her, and Claire knows too. But everyone's understanding of happiness is different. To let the people we love feel
happy, that's real happiness, not forcing on them what we think is happiness."
The son's words were reasonable. Violet remained silent... she really was conflicted.
When Finnley arrived, Tristan and the others had already finished breakfast and were coming to the living room. They inadvertently
saw a car parked steadily in the yard.
Rowan and Claire recognized at a glance that it was Finnley's car. Everyone cto the living room door and saw Finnley and
Violet get out of the car and walk over through the snow.
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Claire's seemingly calm gaze contained a hint of apology as she looked at the middle-aged woman walking towards her through
the snow. She looked a little haggard, probably from worrying all night without sleep?
"Auntie, brother." When they got closer, Claire softly greeted them.
Rowan did the same. "Auntie, Finnley." His voice was gentle and calm.
Violet stared at Claire without blinking. Just as she was about to say something, a rumbling sound cfrom the sky.
Everyone at the door raised their heads to look, only to see five helicopters appear in their vision, the powerful airflow from the
propellers messing up everyone's clothes and hair. The helicopters were circling above the yard in a surrounding formation.
Rowan took out his phone and saw the muted screen displaying an incoming call from Lu Layuoka's number.
The call was still coming in. He looked up at the helicopters.
Obviously they had located his position and found him.
With so many friends here, Rowan didn't turn and flee. His jawline was as noble as European aristocracy, and his eyes shone with a
firm, cold light.
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