aircannonsinc Chapter 305: Do You Still Remember Your Aunt?
Chapter 305: Do You Still Remember Your Aunt?
From the moment Tristan Rowe made the announcement, the entire hall was in chaos. This kind of family affair is difficult to meddle in, but watching the spectacle is still possible. The gaze of those present was directed toward one direction, that noisy circle of commotion.
Tristan Rowe’s gaze was fixed in one direction, he lightly furrowed his brows, then walked toward Maya Monroe.
Kiki Monroe tugged at Tristan Rowe’s sleeve, her voice faint: "I..."
Tristan Rowe gave her a consoling smile: "Don’t be afraid."
He continued to walk over.
Maya Monroe looked up, her sharp gaze directed at him: "Is this how you treat your guests?"
Tristan Rowe seemed briefly dazed, for an instant, it was as if he saw a reflection of his younger self in Maya Monroe, yet it wasn’t quite the same. The fierceness in Maya Monroe was more intense than his own back then.
Rather than being reckless like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers, it’s more like a long-buried sharpness, definitely not acting impulsively.
Tristan Rowe quite admired Maya Monroe, there was also some inexplicable closeness mixed in. But unfortunately, he and she were ultimately on opposing sides.
He smiled faintly, not feeling he was in the wrong at all: "Today is an important day, I just don’t want anyone causing disruptions. If there’s any offense, I ask for your forgiveness."
He slowly lowered his head, clicking his tongue: "How pathetic, how did it come to this? Should we get to the hospital for a check-up?"
Jasper Monroe glared resentfully: "Don’t you pretend to be compassionate with crocodile tears!"
"How could you think of me that way, Jasper? I ought to thank you all, for raising my daughter all these years."
"I never imagined I would have a daughter. Thank you for taking care of her all these years."
He seemed briefly dazed, feeling somewhat sentimental.
Some words apparently touched Monica’s nerve, she stepped forward and tightly grabbed Tristan Rowe’s tie: "My daughter! Kiki Monroe is my daughter!"
She slowly exhaled, her gaze seeming to regain some clarity: "Are you taking revenge on us? Tell me! Are you deliberately taking revenge on the Monroe Family?!"
The aide wanted to step forward, but Tristan Rowe gestured for them not to come over.
"Even now you still want to deceive me?" he laughed in anger: "How many years have you deceived me? Made me run around like a fool? Have you ever thought about how I’ve lived these years!"
A slight, chilly yet wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I’ve done a paternity test."
"This... this can’t be... this can’t be...!!" Monica Jacobs suddenly looked to the stage, seemingly realizing something.
Only her daughter in a splendid outfit, was gazing at her with unfamiliarity and disdain.
In an instant, Monica felt as if something in her heart had shattered.
Tristan Rowe felt instant relief surging through him: "I ask you, where is Joy Monroe?!"
"I don’t know, I don’t know..."
The successive blows became unbearable for Monica Jacobs, causing her to faint on the spot.
"Mom!"
Maya Monroe caught Monica Jacobs in the nick of time, her expression anxious.
"Don’t worry, I’ve already called the doctor over."
His calm voice at this moment became the best solace for soothing emotions.
Ian Rowe looked at Tristan Rowe, his expression cold: "Uncle, that’s enough."
Tristan Rowe kept his head down, lost in thought.
The doctor hurried over, and all the guests were dismissed. The banquet ended in absurdity and chaos.
*
The Monroe Family:
"Mrs. Monroe fainted due to pressure on the heart, let her rest quietly for a period and she’ll be fine. You all know Mrs. Monroe’s emotions are fragile, try not to bring up anything that might upset her."
Jasper Monroe nodded in agreement: "Thank you for your hard work, Dr. Wan, I’ll walk you downstairs."
As he passed by Ian Rowe, Jasper Monroe didn’t forget to say: "Thanks for your help today."
After the banquet, Tristan Rowe was unwilling to let go, obstinately lingering. In the end, it was Ian Rowe who resolved the situation.
"No need to be polite with me, Dad."
Jasper Monroe’s step halted, then he smiled in gratification.
Maya Monroe and Ian Rowe walked in quietly, inside the room Monica Jacobs was already peacefully asleep, her worries having dissipated.
Concerned about interrupting Monica’s rest, the two quietly walked out again.
Closing the door tightly, Maya Monroe and Ian Rowe walked downstairs together: "I’m not going home today, I want to stay here and take care of my mom."
"Okay." He nodded: "I’ll stay here with you."
"You’ll stay with me? Don’t you need to manage other work?"
"No need." His tone earnest: "I’m staying here with you."
Once more experiencing that unbearable feeling, Maya Monroe awkwardly turned her head away: "I never expected Kiki to be connected to Tristan Rowe like this."
"Not surprising, really, your family and Tristan do indeed have a long-standing entanglement."
"What entanglement?"
"Do you remember your aunt? Her name is Joy Monroe..."
*
After cleaning up the mess, Tristan Rowe went to Kiki Monroe’s room.
Kiki sat on the sofa reading, upon seeing him she set the book aside, pleasantly surprised: "Dad..."
Tristan Rowe slowly walked over.
Whenever he saw the face of Kiki that resembled Joy Monroe, feelings of mixed sentiment emerged, a blend of relief and impotence.
He sat beside Kiki: "I lost control of my temper today, I apologize for not giving you a welcome banquet that you’d be satisfied with."
Kiki appeared unusually understanding: "It’s fine, I’m already really happy that Dad recognizes me."
"How could I not recognize you..." Tristan Rowe’s voice carried a hint of bitterness.
"I came here this time to ask you one thing..."
Kiki nodded: "Dad, go ahead."
"You’ve stayed with the Monroe’s for so long, have you heard anything about your... mother? I mean your biological mother."
"I... I’ve only been with the Monroe’s for two or three years, never heard about aun... my mom, I don’t know where she is either."
"I didn’t expect them to not only guard against me but also hold back from you, not leaking any news." Tristan Rowe pondered.
Kiki lowered her head, appearing obedient, yet a trace of resentment flickered in her eyes.
Indeed, they guarded against her. Despite sounding righteous, Jasper Monroe and Monica Jacobs still favored Maya Monroe a bit more, didn’t they?
"Keeping it hidden from me all these years, thankfully you got in touch with me, otherwise I’d never know I had a daughter..."
"If it weren’t for Monroe family treating me so different from Maya, I wouldn’t have become aware so quickly." Kiki lifted her head, pleaded: "Countless times Maya wants me dead, she’s colluding with the Rowe’s, dying to crush me underfoot!"
"This matter will require careful planning."
Kiki was after all young, though she concealed it well, her intentions were still too obvious, it left Tristan Rowe feeling somewhat manipulated.
Thinking of Kiki’s past tragic experiences and the precariousness living with the Monroe’s, he suppressed his unease.
Exiting Kiki’s room, Tristan Rowe descended the stairs and instructed the bodyguards beside him: "Monica Jacobs seems off, send some people to thoroughly investigate the Monroe family’s affairs."