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    Watching the couple before her, Belinda felt that she should feel sadness or anger.


    Yet, having long abandoned any expectations of Kristopher, she now experienced only a profound numbness.


    “Kristopher…”


    Cathy, after a spell of tears and realizing Belinda had no intention of apologizing, feigned recovery. Nestled in Kristopher’s embrace, she wept.


    “Please don’t be harsh on Miss Nelson. Who would willingly confess and apologize for their faults?”


    Her eyes, filled with a sorrowful plea, turned toward Belinda. “Miss Nelson, I know you’ve always misunderstood me, but there’s truly nothing going on between Kristopher and me…” As she spoke, she edged even closer to Kristopher.


    Belinda scoffed, her gaze heavy with scorn as she eyed Cathy. “Miss Miller, you’re wrapped in the arms of my still-husband, and yet you im I’ve misunderstood you, that there’s nothing between you?” The irony of the situation was stark.


    Cathy’splexion nched under Belinda’s cutting words. She hastily disentangled herself from Kristopher, tears welling up once more.


    “Miss Nelson, please don’t think that way. Kristopher and I…”


    “I regard Cathy merely as a sister,” Kristopher interjected, a trace of irritation visible in his demeanor. “Belinda, you’re letting your fears get the better of you.”


    “I no longer care about your rtionship,” Belinda replied, massaging her temples. Her weary eyes lifted to meet Kristopher’s gaze. “Just make sure you’re at the court tomorrow morning to finalize our divorce.”


    She turned toward the door, her steps firm and decisive. Pausing with her hand on the doorknob, Belinda looked back.


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    “By the way, the racetrack has surveince cameras. I’d check the footage if I were you. See for yourself whether I intentionally slowed down to set up your Miss Miller, or if she actually sped up and swerved out of herne to hit me. And remember, the 500 million needs to be transferred to my ount.”


    Cathy, who had been silently fuming, couldn’t contain her outrage any longer as Belinda exited. Left in the room, she burst out to Kristopher, “How can she use me of such a thing? Why would I purposely crash into her? It makes no sense! She’s just sore about losing and tried to cause a crash herself. Oh, it makes my stomach turn with anger…”


    Cathy’s mention of her stomach pain caused Belinda to feel a strange pang in her own stomach.


    A few minutester, Belinda returned to her room on the second floor via the elevator, finding only Madisyn there, waiting for her.


    “Allen had to rush off. Something urgent came up with his family,” Madisyn exined quickly as she approached Belinda. She grasped Belinda’s hand with a look of concern. “How did everything go? I hope those jerks didn’t trouble you too much?”


    Belinda shook her head. “Kristopher insisted that I apologize to Cathy.”


    “Apologize?!” Madisyn’s expression morphed into one of disbelief. “Cathy was the one who sped up and hit you, and that fool Kristopher wants you to apologize? He really thinks he can walk all over you!”


    Belinda shut the door behind her and began to change out of her racing gear into the casual outfit Madisyn had brought. A slight smile crossed her face. “I was always too amodating with him.”


    For thest three years, to keep Kristopher from embarrassment and to uphold the image of a graceful, dignified socialite, she had habitually epted the me and offered apologies with a smile, regardless of the circumstances.


    Her continual yielding probably led Kristopher to devalue her apologies, believing she wouldply with whatever he demanded.


    “Belinda…”


    Madisyn’s expression turned stern. “You didn’t really apologize to Cathy, did you?”


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    Belinda, having changed into her casual clothes, stuffed her racing suit into her bag. “I’m not that old Belinda anymore.”


    Madisyn exhaled a sigh of relief. “That’s the attitude!”


    She was cut off mid-sentence as Belinda’s phone rang.


    The caller was Marlene from Peace Hospital.


    Typically, Marlene texted because Belinda preferred to keep her health issues confidential. A call instead of a text signaled something critical.


    Belinda’s brow furrowed. She signaled to Madisyn with a hand gesture and retreated to the stairwell to take the call. “Dr. Reid?”


    “Miss Nelson,” Marlene’s anxious voice came through. “The man trying to purchase your medication has just called. He’s nning to administer the drug to his girlfriend without dy. He’s asking if you’ve prepared the 500 million and is requesting a meeting.”


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