NovelOnlineChapter 1380: A Good Father-Daughter Relationship *Ding-* The elevator stopped, the door opened, and Monica stepped out, swiping her card to enter her room. Belinda was sitting on the sofa, and when she saw her daughter suddenly return, she stood up somewhat uneasily. The tableware on the table hadn't been cleared away yet, and she felt inexplicably guilty.
Monica immediately noticed the scene on the coffee table. "..." She walked over, puzzled and shocked. "Weren't you on a diet? When did you eat so much? There's only one set of tableware! You finished all these dishes?" Belinda felt a little awkward. What embarrassed her wasn't eating too much, but the fact that she had finished the dishes Algerone Swain had sent. This was simply her post-divorce life's shame! "How is this packed?" Monica stood by the coffee table, bending down and staring at the empty bowls in surprise. "This isn't a takeout box, it's a bowl!" "..." Belinda couldn't answer, so she quickly bent down to clean up and coldly asked, "Monica, after all the effort | put into raising you, is this how you repay me?" Back to this topic? The girl sighed, sat down on the sofa, casually placed her legs on the coffee table, and leaned back. She crossed her arms, glanced at her mother, and said, "Mom, from tomorrow on, I'll be busy for a week, so | won't be able to accompany you at the hotel." Belinda, who was cleaning up, suddenly turned her eyes and asked cautiously, "Where are you going?" "To a nearby town with a friend to clear my mind," she said calmly. "I'll use this opportunity to think about my life. Think of it as self-reflection, and when I'm done, I'll contact you!" "Will you consider being with Tom Fritz?" The middle-aged woman hesitated, seemingly seeing a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, what was there to reflect on? "Yes, I'll consider it!" Monica nodded and smiled, then praised, "You're right, Tristan is too cold. It's not easy to get into his inner world. Maybe Tom Fritz is a better fit?" Belinda looked at her disbelievingly, trying to figure out something from her eyes. After all, this girl was cunning, and it was hard to tell which of her words were true and which were false.
"I'm tired!" To prevent her mother from seeing through her, the girl stood up and said, "I'm going to take a nap!" Then she headed for the bedroom.
In fact, Monica was very smart. After much thought, she figured that Belinda's meal was likely sent by her father. Bringing the bowls back didn't make sense. She took out her phone to send a message to her father, but he called first. She quickly answered and quietly locked the door.
"Hello, Dad." She lowered her voice and tiptoed to the window.
"Where are you?" Why was she acting so secretive? "I just got back to the hotel, I'm in the room." She asked directly, "Did you send Belinda lunch?" "Did she tell you?" "No, | guessed. Is it true?" Algerone Swain laughed and admitted, "How about it? Did she finish it all?" "Yes, she finished everything. I'm shocked! She's been controlling her diet recently." Monica was delighted. "You're really great, Dad! After she threw away your roses, you rushed over without a break." "Well, she's not just anyone; she's my daughter's mother." Algerone Swain said somewhat emotionally, "Besides, it's the first tmy daughter askedto do something. | must do it properly, right?" Hearing this, Monica was very happy. "Long live Dad! By the way, | have something else to tell you." "What is it?" She trusted her father completely. So, she told him about her plan to go to the town with Tristan for a week. She said, "Can you find a chance to take my mom away from the hotel? Don't you have an empty apartment there?" She didn't want to reunite her parents, but she hoped that their relationship could improve.
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