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    At that moment, Cathy was lounging in bed, her head swathed in bandages, exuding an air of superiority reminiscent of a wife scornfully addressing her rival.


    Belinda, feeling a twinge of difort, suppressed her emotions and met Cathy’s gaze with cold detachment. “It took me a while to get here. My room is quite a distance from this one.”


    Her room was on the second floor, while Cathy enjoyed the plush amenities of a VIP suite on the top floor. The elevator ride with Marc had been frustratingly slow, stopping frequently, which added to her dy.


    Belinda’sment was meant to justify herteness, yet Cathy’s expression soured. “Miss Nelson, what are you implying? Are you suggesting Kristopher is at fault for not giving you a VIP room as well?” She bit her lip and turned toward Kristopher with a look of feigned innocence and hurt. “Kristopher, I’ve always said I didn’t need a VIP room. I’m no princess… But you insisted on this. Now Miss Nelson seems to think I’m unting my status by being here!”


    While handing Cathy a peeled apple, Kristopher’s frown deepened as he faced Belinda. “Let’s not create unnecessary drama. Cathy’s injuries are serious, which is why she’s in the VIP suite.” He paused, then added, “Should you be seriously ill, I’d do the same for you.”


    Belinda studied his sharp, resolute features and felt a chill. The Kristopher she had once adored now seemed distant and calcting.<fnf71a> The rightful source is find?novel</fnf71a>


    He had an uncanny ability to read people’s characters from just a few words, even if he couldn’t see their faces.


    However, now, despite his vision being clear, he appeared more oblivious and unresponsive than ever before.


    He actually took every word Cathy uttered at face value, without a second thought.


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    Had he paused to consider, he might have realized that Belinda’s tone wasn’tced with sarcasm or jealousy toward Cathy.


    Taking a deep breath, Belinda fixed her gaze coldly on Kristopher. “Mr. Cox, you’ve threatened me with divorce just to bring me here to say these words? I’ve listened. If there’s nothing more, I’d prefer to return to my rest. Please transfer the 500 million to my ount and meet me in court for the divorce proceedings tomorrow.”


    With that deration, Belinda inhaled sharply and turned to leave.


    “Belinda!”


    Kristopher’s voice, deep and resonant, halted her in her tracks. “Don’t you think you owe Cathy an apology for the injuries you caused her?”


    Belinda stopped, then slowly turned to gaze at Cathy, who was reclining on the bed.


    Despite the circumstances, Cathy’s cheeks bore a healthy flush, and she seemed in better spirits than Belinda. Even the bandage wrapping her head was less noticeable than Belinda’s.


    The ident today happened because Cathy’s car collided with hers. Why should she be the one to apologize?


    Cathy seemed to pick up on what Belinda was thinking. She bit her lip, and tears started to stream down her face. “Kristopher, let it go. Miss Nelson isn’t going to apologize. She won’t acknowledge that she slowed down on purpose, causing my ident… If you push her to apologize, she’ll just me me… please, just drop it…”


    Cathy’s sobs deepened, her shoulders trembling. “I don’t need her apology. If Miss Nelson doesn’t feel like saying it, that’s okay. My feelings aren’t important. I’ll get over it after I cry it out…”


    With those words, the apple she was holding dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Cathy then fell back onto the bed, her body shaking and overwhelmed by her tears.


    “Cathy!”


    Kristopher hurried to her side, cradling her in his arms to offerfort. He then turned to Belinda, his voice stern. “Apologize to Cathy, now!”


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