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    The sight of Tasha breaking down in tears, her sobs wracking her fragile frame, struck a chord deep within Tamara. Whatever me or bitterness she had harbored toward her began to ebb away, reced by a quiet ache of sympathy.


    She thought of all the years Tasha had waited for Elwood, pouring her heart into him withoutint, and the reprimand she had prepared for Tasha caught in her throat. With a weary sigh, she reached for a tissue and gently dabbed at Tasha’s cheek, her touch tender.


    “Alright, stop crying,” she said softly. “I’m not angry with you.”


    Tasha looked up, her swollen eyes searching Tamara’s face, and for the first time in hours, she felt a weight lift from her chest. She now believed Tamara wouldn’t hold the matter against her.


    “No,” Tasha murmured, her voice catching as fresh tears spilled down her face. “The me is mine. I acted on impulse. I should’ve spoken to you first, but I didn’t, and now the damage can’t be undone.” She choked on the words.


    It wasn’t for Tamara’s sake that she spoke this way—she truly meant it. She loathed her own rashness and wished she could turn back time and undo the matter.


    “Enough,” Tamara said, her voice low and tinged with weariness. “What’s done is done—no use crying over it. All we can do now is pray Elwood doesn’t recover his memory too quickly.” Her tone was heavy.


    At this, Tasha stopped crying. She knew Tamara was right—there was no undoing the past. Regret wouldn’t fix the matter. What they needed now was a n to solve the problem.


    Later that afternoon, Belinda and Lucas left the rks’ residence. The car glided quietly down the road, but it wasn’t long before Lucas turned slightly toward Belinda, his gaze searching.


    “So,” he began, his tone casual but curious, “what did you and my father talk about when he pulled you aside?”


    Belinda’s eyes remained fixed on the passing scenery, but her voice was calm. “Mr. rk has a keen eye. He sensed that I didn’t like Faye, so he asked me about it,” she said honestly.


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    Lucas arched a brow, visibly shocked that Harold had noticed that.


    “So… did you admit it?” he asked, his toneced with intrigue.


    Belinda gave a small nod, unbothered. “Of course I did. There was no point in pretending. I even told him I was being petty and far too quick to get jealous.” A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Mr. rk didn’t seem surprised. He went on to exin why Faye is so… attached to you.”


    Lucas was quiet for a beat, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel. Then he said, “As of now, there’s no sign that Faye has been involved in anything suspicious. We haven’t found any link between her and the Mount Tuky security team or that manager.”


    At his words, Belinda’s expression shifted. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. She turned her gaze to him and spoke evenly. “Lucas, I still believe that when I was pushed down that hill, it wasn’t premeditated. It felt like an impulsive act from someone. So—”


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