Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan)

Chapter 1810: The Siblings' Difficult Reunion

Claire was equally shocked, "He came alone?" He was the reigning king. Shouldn't he have had someone to accompany and protect him?

"Yes," Rowan replied calmly, "Let's eat first and then go back later."

"We should go back now," Claire urged, "I'm not hungry."

"Let's finish dinner first. Since he's at your uncle's house, it means he's safe, right?" Rowan reasoned. "This way, I can also give the elders more time. After all, it's their first meeting, and it's necessary to communicate more."

His reasoning made sense, so Claire didn't insist. She ate the steak he had cut for her, feeling a bit nervous.

Both sets of elders were sitting together. Presumably, they would be discussing the marriage, right? Given the current attitudes of her uncle and aunt towards the two of them, things probably wouldn't go wrong... but Claire still felt uneasy, fearing any inadvertent disrespect.

As she ate dinner, her thoughts drifted.

Time had passed so quickly. She had found her ideal prince charming, and now she was about to enter the realm of marriage.

Claire had once thought she would never marry. She was someone who valued feelings a lot.

After dinner, Rowan drove her back to the Russell family, with Claire sitting in the passenger seat.

After much thought, Rowan said to her, "Don't tell my father about finding your sister for the time being."

"Alright." She didn't ask for the reason; this was something he could decide on his own, and no one had the right to interfere.

Rowan explained, "I think it's not the best time to tell father until Monica is ready herself."

"Mm."

"I also want to give Mr. Swain and Belinda some more time to prepare. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible, without hurting anyone."

Having brought up Monica for so many years, and having raised her so well, Rowan could understand the difficulties of these years. He was also full of gratitude towards the elders of the Swain family, and he planned to express his gratitude to them at the right time.

Claire had always known that Rowan was a particularly kind and responsible person. No matter what he did, he always considered the feelings of everyone around him.

The car headed towards the Russell family.

Tristan was driving, with Monica beside him. Monica looked out the window, her mind seemingly elsewhere, preoccupied by her origins. She seemed to have lost a bit of her happiness.

Tristan's feelings were also indescribable. He couldn't make decisions for her in this matter, nor could he share her worries. He couldn't truly understand what she was feeling at the moment. The only thing he could do now was to stay by her side.

To give her a hug when she needed it, to be a shoulder for her to lean on.

Tristan held her hand, occasionally glancing at her profile. He truly felt very sorry for her. Some things were better left unknown; once known, they could never be restored to their previous state.

Before long, Rowan's car and Tristan's car passed each other, just like in a slow-motion scene from a movie. Both the brother and sister had a faint sorrow on their faces, as if there were a great distance between them.

At the Russell family's residence, Albert and Violet had prepared a sumptuous meal and were currently inviting Bertie to join them for dinner.

This was the first meal the three families would share together, bringing their bond even closer.

"Rowan, this child, has always had a dream of medicine. He feels that he was born for the sake of patients. Only by treating and saving people can he feel happy," Bertie said with a smile on his face, "So, in the future, he will spend most of his time in Arkpool City, at his hospital."

This was something that reassured Violet the most: it proved that Claire wouldn't leave Arkpool City after marriage, and she would still be able to see her frequently.