Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1834: Father And Daughter Reunion

Chapter 1834: Father and Daughter Reunion Claire mentioned to him, "Monica is in a relationship. She's dating a particularly outstanding boyfriend, named Tristan, who is the CEO of Clarke Corp."

Upon hearing this news, the old father's originally excited heart sank a little, feeling somewhat lost.

His daughter had grown up... She was no longer a little girl; she had started dating. The old father felt a sense of being worlds apart.

Yet, upon careful consideration, he calculated that his daughter had reached the age for marriage.

Indeed, she had grown up.

She was no longer a little girl.

Looking at the solemn expression on the old king's face, Claire didn't know how to comfort him, nor did she understand why his mood suddenly turned despondent.

After a while, the old king let out a sigh and couldn't help but smile, “I was being foolish. I thought she was still that little girl..."

How many years had passed?

Regretting his absence during her growth, Bertie felt a deep sense of self-blame.

"What did you say her boyfriend's name was?" Seizing the moment before his daughter arrived, he wanted to learn more.

"His name is Tristan," Claire replied. "He is Mrs. Marsh's elder brother, a very outstanding man."

Mr. Marsh's elder brother?

This status brought a glimmer of hope to Bertie's eyes. Undoubtedly, he must be a high-quality man. Entrusting his daughter to him would indeed be reassuring.

Soon, Rowan's car drove into the yard and came to a stop.

Bertie and Claire stood up and walked outside, both feeling a bit excited, especially Bertie. He could hardly remember the surroundings, his gaze fixed on the car, quickening his pace.

When Rowan got out of the car, Algerone also stepped out.

Shortly after, Monica and Belinda also got out of the car, closed the doors, and the four of them walked forward.

As they walked, Monica suddenly stopped in her tracks. Facing Bertie, she looked at him with tearful eyes, her heart skipping a beat.

Is it him?

The people beside her also stopped in their tracks.

Bertie's gaze met Monica's... It was really her!

He felt overjoyed, slowing his pace and stopping a couple of meters away, as if time had stood still.

Bertie had mentally prepared himself; upon hearing the name Monica, he had a strong premonition that fate had arranged for him to meet his daughter!

What a miraculous fate! Meeting twice within a short period of time! Yet for Monica at that moment, it was more a feeling of shock.

Her father was actually... that uncle...

In her mind, scenes of their two meetings flashed by, the kind uncle, his eyes, his smile...

So, he came for Claire?

Unable to restrain her emotions of missing her daughter any longer, Bertie took a few steps forward, "Annie!" and instinctively embraced the girl in his arms!

"My Annie..." Holding her tightly, tears already welled up in his eyes, streaming down his face. "My Annie, I finally see you."

Monica slowly came back to herself, gently lifted her hands, and wrapped them around her father's waist, holding him in her embrace... This scene deeply moved everyone in the yard.

"Dad..." Monica's nose tingled, smiling as she gently patted Bertie's back, "Your daughter has returned, she's back."

At this point, Bertie was too overwhelmed to say anything. He held his daughter and wept, his throat choked with a mix of joy, excitement, regret, and self-reproach.

This embrace lasted a full five minutes, with no one daring to interrupt the emotional reunion of the long-separated father and daughter, all choosing to silently accompany them.

Algerone put his arm around Belinda's shoulder, silently comforting her. Until they separated on their own, both of them were in tears.

"Sorry, Annie..."

"Dad, don't apologize!" Monica suddenly interrupted him, tearfully saying, "The heavens have allowed us to meet again. We are destined to be a family in this life, so no one should feel guilty.”

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