Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1400: They Are Also There

"If they are two people who truly love each other and have missed each other for so many years, that's truly a pity." Tristan thought of the long years that had passed and felt a touch of sadness. "I feel that your mom is in your dad's heart, and she occupies a very important position.”

"My mom is just occasionally stubborn, otherwise they wouldn't have divorced. In other aspects, she's really great," the girl affirmed.

At this moment, Monica's hand was still tightly held by Tristan.

She looked ahead, feeling the warmth from his palm and opened her heart to chat with him. "But after all these years, I'm not quite clear about her true thoughts because she never talks to me about my dad and doesn't allow me to mention him."

“That's because she cares,” Tristan said. "Because she cares, there's still resentment.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She thought, perhaps... if that's the case, it's a good thing.

"So, should we help them?" Tristan turned his eyes, asking expectantly. "How to help?”

"They've been awkwardly getting along for so many years; now they both need a way out.” Tristan took a mature perspective. “We need to take it slow, think carefully at every step, or else we'll be doing more harm than good."

"So, after we come back, should we create opportunities for them?" Monica was full of anticipation.

"Yes."

exactly should we do

eyes to her. "Let me think

him, her eyes full

to herself, and she felt

hand directly mean that

struggle, was that a kind of

quite sure that this

along the way, until her cheeks turned slightly red, feeling her sweaty palms, a little excited, and

of her hand, and the girl's tense nerves

car, she felt uneasy but

feeling was the feeling of falling

river had become the biggest feature here. They were very distinctive and full of character. With the passage of time and the changes of the stars, they

many tourists here. Half of the tourists who came specially for this place were here to see the scenery, and the other half were here to

a place with a

morning, amidst

the river were faintly visible, and the green-tiled wooden buildings next to them seemed to tell the stories of

bright yellow bedding and sheets, and a warm wooden house with heating. Even

a daze. She suddenly became sober and had really slept