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    Car nodded and dug in, her hunger evident. Neither of them spoke. Car was genuinely hungry and finished all the food.


    Following her meal, Car started her third round of IV drip. Just then, she turned to Belinda and inquired, “You barely keep in touch with your parents anymore, right?”


    The question caught Belinda off guard, as she hadn’t anticipated Car’s interest in this topic.


    “That’s right,” Belinda replied with a nod, seeing no point in concealing the truth.


    Since the topic came up again, Car felt indignant. “Their actions werepletely out of line! No matter their struggles or justifications, no parent should jeopardize their child’s well-being like that. You’re right to hold a grudge.”


    Car’s words prompted a bitter smile from Belinda, who recognized this as the perspective of a caring parent.<fnf877> ?????? ???? f?ndnovel</fnf877>


    Still, Belinda didn’t want to continue discussing this topic, so she changed the subject. “There’s something I’ve been curious about for a while. You have never genuinely loved Baker, right?”


    Car’s brow arched in surprise at the question. Rather than responding, she asked, “What makes you ask that?”


    Belinda pressed her lips together briefly before exining, “It’s just a hunch. You’ve always seemed indifferent about Baker. And you never seemed to mind the presence of Holley and me. If you truly loved him, wouldn’t our presence have bothered you at least a little?”


    Car let out a coldugh, casting a sideways nce at Belinda. “And who said I’m not upset?”


    “What?” Belinda blinked, caught off guard.


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    With a bitter smile tugging at her lips, Car said, “When I discovered that Baker had a childhood sweetheart tucked away—someone he fathered a child with—I was livid. I felt like I’d been betrayed. Because before I chose Baker, I had asked him directly if he had a girlfriend. He had sworn—without a flicker of doubt—that he didn’t. But he had been lying. Men are all trash.” Her voice dripped with irony as she spoke.


    She turned her eyes on Belinda. “You think I hold no grudge against you because you were just a child—an innocent bystander in someone else’s mess. You can’t choose your birth, so how could I me you? But your mother, from where she stands, I’m the one who disrupted the life she thought she deserved with Baker. Her bitterness toward me makes sense. And because I saw her pain clearly, I learned to be more forgiving. The real me belonged to Baker.” She didn’t bother to hide the contempt in her tone when she spoke of Baker.


    After hearing Car’s words, Belinda felt a mix of emotions. In some quiet corner of her heart, she found herself admiring Car.


    This was a woman who carried herself with rare rity—firm yet forgiving. Most women in her position would’ve aimed their fury at the other woman. Oddly, they’d often let the cheating husband off the hook or invent reasons to excuse him. But wasn’t the most disgusting one supposed to be the man who had cheated?


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