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    It was a woman’s voice—low,posed, and unmistakably familiar.


    Belinda looked up.


    Car was here, and she hade alone.


    “How’s your hand? Is it alright?” Car asked gently, her voiceced with concern.


    Belinda opened her mouth to respond, “It’s fine—”


    But before she could finish, Bethany interjected, “The CT results haven’te in yet, so the doctor can only make a preliminary call. They think it looks okay, but we won’t know for sure until the full report’s in.”


    Car’s gaze drifted back to Belinda, and something in her eyes shifted. A shimmer of guilt welled up inside her, turning her eyes slightly red. “Belinda,” she said quietly, her voice trembling with emotion, “thank you… for everything you did today. If you hadn’t stepped in, I can’t even imagine what could’ve happened.”<fn5de5> Readplete version only at </fn5de5>


    She wasn’t the sentimental type—never had been. But today’s incident had cracked something open inside her. For the first time, she had stared death in the face.


    And what cut deeper than fear itself was the unbearable truth that she had been hurt by her own daughter.


    Belinda shook her head gently, her voice soft. “Please… It was nothing, Mrs. Wright.” She offered Car a warm, reassuring smile and gave a small nod.


    Looking at Car, Bethany couldn’t hold back and blurted out, “Honestly, I have to say—Kylee waspletely out of line today! What kind of daughter does something like that? The moment danger showed up, she didn’t even flinch before shoving her own mother forward to protect herself. It’s just—”


    Belinda cleared her throat pointedly, cutting Bethany off before she could finish speaking.


    She cast her a quiet, warning nce—firm, but not unkind.


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    Bethany nced at Car, whose face was pale now, and decided not to continue.


    Belinda quickly changed the subject. “Mrs. Wright, how’s your neck? Is the injury severe?” Her concern was genuine.


    The wound on Car’s neck had already been cleaned and carefully bandaged.


    “It’s nothing serious,” Car replied, brushing it off with a faint smile. “Just a minor injury.”


    “I’m d to hear that,” Belinda said. “You must’ve had quite a scare today. Let us take you home—you should get some rest.”


    But Car shook her head, her answer firm despite the weariness in her eyes. “No need. Kylee’s still waiting for me over there. I’ll go back with her. You should head home.”


    Seeing that she was resolute, Belinda didn’t press the matter. She offered a quiet nod in response. “Alright.”


    As Car walked away, her steps steady but tinged with fatigue, Belinda turned toward Bethany. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression a mix of amusement and reproach. “You really don’t know when to hold your tongue, do you?”


    Bethany pouted. “But I’m not wrong,” she muttered, her voice low but bristling with indignation. “What Kylee did was awful. I get it that she was scared, but at a moment like that… to shove her own mother toward the robbers just to save herself? That’s still not right. She is despicable for doing something like that.”


    Recalling the earlier scene, Bethany was still a bit shocked.


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