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    “Anthony, please, don’t be too hard on Kristopher,” Belinda urged, stealing a nce at Kristopher’s somber expression. Her lips twitched into a faint smile. “He wasn’t just standing by; he was actively involved.”


    Anthony’s expression softened slightly, though suspicion still clouded his gaze. “He was helping you?”


    “He actually pushed me,” Belinda chuckled softly. “That push sent me crashing into the corner of the table, whichnded me in the hospitalter.”


    At Belinda’s admission, Anthony, in a fit of rage, hurled a teacup onto the floor, right by Kristopher’s feet. Tea sshed across the floor, and porcin shards scattered everywhere.


    Gripping his chest, Anthony’s eyes widened with fury. “Belinda is your wife! And here you are, letting them torment her! Where’s your conscience? When you were bedridden and unresponsive, Belinda devoted herself to your care. Have you forgotten all her sacrifices? You ungrateful brat!”


    Despite the severity of Anthony’s reprimand, Kristopher remained stoic, unaffected. He turned his head, brow furrowed, and gazed at Belinda.


    “Wasn’tst night’s trouble enough for you? Why did you have to spin tales in front of Grandpa?” he asked.


    The previous evening, he had witnessed the quarrel and Cathy’s injury, which had led him to impulsively step in and pull her away. Unexpectedly, Belinda had seemed fragile, toppling over and striking the edge of the table.


    “I wasn’t making up stories,” Belinda asserted, inhaling deeply. She raised her eyes to meet Anthony’s, who sat at the head of the table. Her tone was grave.


    “Anthony, I know you favor me and oppose my divorce from Kristopher because you believe it’s for my own good. But you’re aware of the true nature of our rtionship. From the start, my hopes for this marriage were unrequited. Kristopher has never had feelings for me. And now…”


    Her gaze briefly flickered to Cathy before returning to Anthony. With a serious demeanor, she continued, “Now that Miss Miller is back, it’s clear to me. Kristopher isn’t incapable of love. He’s capable of loving and protecting a woman. It’s just that he never directed such affection towards me.”


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    She took a deep, cleansing breath and continued, “Anthony, I’ve decided to divorce Kristopher and put an end to this profoundly broken marriage. I seek your blessing and support.”


    Anthony’s face, flushed with fury, suddenly drained of color. Clutching his chest, he instinctively stepped back. “Belinda, you…” he gasped.


    “Grandpa!” Kristopher called out urgently, spotting Anthony teetering on the edge of copse. He quickly moved to steady him. “Stanley, the medication, now!”


    Stanley dashed over from across the room, pulling several pills from a small bottle he always carried, quickly administering them to Anthony. “What happened? Why did Anthony suddenly get a heart attack?” he asked, bewildered.


    Kristopher’s brow furrowed deeply, his gaze turning icy as it locked onto Belinda, who stood some distance away. His voice was sharp with reproach. “I’ve told you before, don’t speak carelessly! You know these words are too much for Grandpa. Did you mean to aggravate him to this extent? He just celebrated his birthday!”


    “Exactly,” Maggie chimed in, her tone dripping with disdain. “Grandpa has always doted on her, but she only thinks of herself,pletely disregarding his health! Do you even deserve the love and care Grandpa has shown you?”<fneff3> Latest content published on find?novel</fneff3>


    For a moment, silence enveloped Belinda. She managed a strained smile. “I… I don’t deserve it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. With a heavy sigh, she retreated a few steps and then knelt solemnly in the middle of the living room.


    “Anthony.”


    She bowed three times, her head low in respect. “I will never forget the kindness you’ve shown me. Though I may not continue as part of your family in this life, I promise to repay your kindness in the next.” Rising, she faced the elderly man seated at the head of the room. “Kristopher doesn’t love me. His affection for Miss Miller is sshed across every newspaper. I have my pride, and I cannot stand idly by while my husband is involved with another woman. Life is fleeting, and I’ve already spent too many years on Kristopher. I refuse to waste any more.”


    Her deration hung heavy in the air, a silent admission of the little time she had left. She had less than three months. She yearned to live those days for herself, to embrace life fully and freely.


    Anthony watched Belinda on the floor, his agitation mounting with each passing second.


    Stanley, jittery and anxious, fumbled with a bottle of pills, his intention clear: to calm the old man.


    Kristopher stormed over, yanking Belinda to her feet. “Do you really want to upset Grandpa to the point of death? He just celebrated his birthday. Where is your heart?”


    Belinda met his gaze with icy detachment. “It’s exactly because Grandpa just celebrated his birthday that I chose to tell him now.” She wrenched herself free from Kristopher’s grasp, strode over to Anthony, seized the pills from Stanley’s hand, and, without hesitation, popped two into her mouth. As she chewed and swallowed, every eye in the room widened in shock.


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