Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1782: Giving Them Time

Chapter 1782: Giving Them Time

"Finally woke up," the doctors beamed with joy, finally relieved, and began to give her a full-body

checkup.

Algerone was always on the verge of tears, with a thousand words converging inside him.

At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Tristan and Monica happened to come in.

They saw many doctors surrounding the bed, with Jennifer there too. Tristan's heart skipped a beat,

thinking Belinda was critically ill.

Hurriedly rushing up, they saw the person who had been lying in the bed for days opening her eyes.

"My Belinda!" Monica jumped excitedly, "You, you, you, you finally woke up!!" She turned and leaped

into Tristan's arms.

Tristan was also overjoyed. He lifted her directly and spun around in the spacious ward!

Algerone, watching the person who had finally woken up in the bed, couldn't help but shed tears,

reaching out to wipe his eyes.

Belinda's nose was tingling, and with some effort, she reached out to him.

The middle-aged man quickly sat down by the bed, taking her hand, "Belinda..." his emotions could no

longer be contained.

Meanwhile, the doctors were conducting a detailed examination for her. The data on the instruments

showed to be stable, and finally, one of the doctors announced, "The patient's vital signs have

stabilized. Keep a good mood, rest more, and it's just a matter of time. She needs to stay for a while

longer."

"Thank you, doctors," Monica bowed deeply from the heart, expressing gratitude, "Thank you all."

They had waited for this moment for too long.

"You're welcome, just make sure to rest," the doctors left one after another.

Monica set her sights on Jennifer and walked towards her, "Mrs. Marsh." Monica felt awkward calling

her "Jennifer" as she was to be her future sister-in-law.

However, addressing her as Mrs. Marsh felt too unfamiliar...

Jennifer also stepped towards her, "Monica," she took the girl's hand, "Call me Jennifer from now on,

we're about the same age."

Monica smiled, "Jennifer, thank you." She had undergone the surgery for Belinda, helping to save her

life, and her gratitude knew no bounds.

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Jennifer smiled, turned her gaze to Algerone and Belinda, then looked at the young couple in front of

her, and softly said, "I'm going to check on Eason." With that, she walked away.

Tristan put his arm around Monica's shoulder and then spoke to the two people not far away, "Uncle,

Aunt, we have some things to take care of. We'll come back later."

After that, Tristan led Monica away, clearly giving the two people in the ward some privacy.

Belinda, lying in the bed with a drip attached to her hand, felt like she had just had a long dream.

The roses around her and the scent of flowers in the air, along with the haggard Algerone, made her

feel uneasy.

"Belinda, are you still in pain?" Algerone asked lovingly, gazing at her affectionately, wishing he could

share even a fraction of her pain.

Belinda shook her head gently, "These days... you've been here all the time?" Perhaps it was because

she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice sounded a little hoarse.

Algerone smiled, deliberately appearing very relaxed, "I've been here, and so has Tristan, and Monica

too. We take turns resting occasionally, but we're not tired."

She looked around slowly, "These flowers..."

"They are the roses you love. I hope you can smell the fragrance, even in your dreams, to keep your

mind and body at ease..."

In fact, she had dreamed several times, finding herself in a sea of roses.