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    “Grandma, you are the best!” Faye chirped, hurrying over to hook her arm through Norma’s and nestling her head affectionately against her shoulder.


    Harold cleared his throat with quiet authority. “Alright, let’s eat,” he said.


    With that, the family made their way to the dining room.


    The meal unfolded in a warm and pleasant atmosphere, the clinking of cutlery blending with light conversation.<fn089d> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fn089d>


    After the meal, Harold asked Belinda to apany him for a walk around the estate. Belinda nced at him, catching the thoughtful weight behind his words. She believed that he wanted to discuss something with her in private.


    So, without saying much, she nodded in agreement.


    She and Harold strolled in silence for quite some time, the sound of their footsteps blending with the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. Aside from a brief question about how she and Lucas had been doing recently, Harold said little else.


    His uncharacteristic quiet left Belinda slightly uneasy, her thoughts circling. Had she misjudged the reason he’d asked her to apany him?


    Just as the question settled in her mind, Harold’s voice broke the silence. “Belinda…” he began, his tone measured, “I’ve had the feeling that you’re not particrly fond of Faye. Am I mistaken?”


    The bluntness of his words caught Belinda off guard. But as the surprise ebbed, a quiet understanding took its ce. Harold was being candid with her, thinking they were close enough for such words. Had anyone else asked her that, she would have offered a polite smile and brushed it off with a vague answer.


    But because it was Harold who had asked her that… she wanted to be truthful.


    She drew in a quiet breath, her lips pressing into a thoughtful line before she gave a small, deliberate nod. “You’re not wrong,” she admitted softly. “I suppose… I don’t particrly like Faye.”


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    A trace of resignation softened Belinda’s features as she let out a quiet sigh. “I don’t know exactly what it is about Faye that I don’t like,” she murmured, her voice tinged with hesitation. “I can’t quite put my finger on it—it’s just this feeling I have.”


    Harold gave a slow, contemtive nod, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. “Does it have something to do with Lucas?” he asked, his tone gentle.


    Belinda didn’t respond immediately but couldn’t help marveling at Harold’s sharp intuition. After a while, she drew in a breath and confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, “Yes… It’s because of Lucas. You know how I am—possessive, a little insecure, and quick to jealousy. So…” Her fingers fidgeted slightly as she continued, “Faye is Lucas’ niece, I know that. And I keep telling myself I’m being petty, that I shouldn’t harbor such thoughts. But I can’t shake the feeling that Faye’s affection for Lucas might run deeper than it should. It’s more than just familial warmth—I sense something else.”


    She was candid, telling Harold how she felt. As she spoke, Belinda kept her gaze fixed on him, her eyes unblinking, alert to every flicker of emotion that dared cross his face.


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