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    At that moment, Car suddenly thought of something—Holley and Baker had conspired to poison Belinda with hormone-disrupting drugs and had even left a dark mark scarring her face before.


    She imagined Belinda must have felt even more despair and hurt because of that. She didn’t know how Belinda had managed to ovee such calcted cruelty. Thinking of this, Car felt a deep ache in her heart.


    After allowing a moment of contemtive silence to settle between them, Car gathered her courage and asked, “Belinda, would you mind sharing how you feel about Holley and Baker now?”


    As soon as the conversation turned to Baker and Holley, a shadow fell over Belinda’s face. Her jaw tightened, and a flicker of cold disdain shed in her eyes.


    “To me now, Baker and Holley are nothing more than strangers bound to me by blood,” she said, her voiceced with quiet fury. “I can’t erase the blood that connects us, but I’ll live as though I have no parents at all.”


    She paused, letting out a hollow, coldugh that barely masked the ache beneath. “They were the ones who taught me that not every parent is capable of loving their children. They never once treated me as their daughter. To them, I was nothing more than someone they could discard—someone they could wound without remorse. So why should I waste even a shred of care on them?”


    Belinda’s words were harsh, and her expression remained cold.


    Still, Car noticed it—a fragile tremor hidden in her voice, a whisper of hurt cloaked in coldness.


    The subtle crack in her armor stirred something deep within Car—a swell of sympathy that tightened her chest. She, too, thought that Baker and Holley were truly despicable.


    “Alright, alright,” Car said gently, her voice coaxing the tension away. “Let’s not get caught up in unpleasant things. Come on, just enjoy our meal.”


    Belinda blinked slowly, then drew in a deep breath and gave a small nod. “Okay, let’s eat.”


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    With that, they turned their attention to the food before them, letting the heavy talk drift away like smoke in the wind. Their conversation soon shifted to lighter subjects, andughter began to fill the spaces between bites.


    The two women slipped into an easy rhythm, their bond evident in the warmth that colored their exchange. The meal passed pleasantly.


    After the meal, Car slipped into the Wright family’s waiting car, the driver already at the curb. Belinda, meanwhile, returned to her own car and headed back to the hospital, ready to resume her shift.


    However, midway through the drive, Car’s phone buzzed. After a brief exchange on the phone, she leaned forward and quietly instructed the driver to change course.<fn523c> The rightful source is find?novel</fn523c>


    The car soon pulled up in front of a stately house—the Happer family’s residence in Owathe. As Car stepped through the grand entryway, the low murmur of voices reached her ears. Rounding the corner into the living room, she came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes widened in surprise.


    “What are all of you doing here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. The entire Happer family—everyone except one nephew currently studying abroad—was gathered in the living room.


    Before anyone else could answer, her sister-inw rose from the sofa and hurried over, seizing Car’s hand in hers. “Car,” she said, eyes brimming with concern, “how could you keep something so serious from us?”


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