“I'l come over in the afternoon,” Tristan told her. “I'm a bit busy right now and can't get away. Are you at the hospital? Pass the phone to him; I'll speak with him."

Obviously, Monica's situation was weighing on Tristan's mind.

But as a slow-to-warm-up person, he might not have even realized it himself.

Eason took the call. "Brother," his voice soft.

Tristan drove patiently as he spoke with him.

Finally, he reassured him, "Eason, be good, eat your breakfast first, and listen to your sister. Brother will definitely come to see you in the afternoon, okay?"

"Then, Brother, you must come. Eason will wait for you."

"Alright, I will definitely go find you!"

"Okay, bye-bye, Brother.”

"Bye-bye."

Tristan hung up the phone and put it away. He couldn't help but speed up, not wanting to keep Monica waiting since she had already arrived. As he drove, Tristan realized that the shared location's final address seemed so familiar.

suddenly realized why it was familiar — it was the Fritz

the translation in

Could it be...

blind

was shocked and couldn't snap out of it for a long time. When the thought flashed through his mind, he felt

still

Tom's chances if

slowed down, lost

love and relationships. Tom had said he was too busy for dating

nice girl and would

the idea of pushing her into Tom's arms made him feel inexplicably annoyed. He stepped on the gas,

in the Fritz family's yard. The clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the bright

door opened, and Monica and her mother got out. The sight of the flowers in

loved planting roses and took care of

was utterly amazed. It was an incredibly stunning beauty!

Fritz, wearing a long dress, happily hugged

been too long, dear," Belinda replied

embraced, Tom Fritz's gentle gaze fell on the girl who was captivated by the vast expanse of roses.

features, fair skin, and lively eyes that sparkled. The purple

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