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Chapter 1377:noveldrama

Words failed him; he didn’t know what to say to comfort her.

Belinda sensed the shadow in Lucas’ mood. Her lips curved into a faint smile, her tone deliberately calm. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve come to terms with it. If my parents can discard me and hurt me without a second thought, why should I feel pain because of them?”

Lucas nodded. “You’re right. Why let people who don’t matter ruin your mood?”

Belinda said nothing more, resting against Lucas, cherishing the quiet calm that settled in her heart.

After a moment, she straightened, her gaze meeting Lucas’. “It seems that Baker must have known everything about me from the time I was born. Holley fed me lies, claiming Baker was clueless, that she had hidden my existence from him.”

Reflecting on the past, she realized Holley’s deceptions were countless. Lucas’ sharp eyes narrowed. “I’ve always thought Holley and Baker are concealing more than they let on.”

Belinda turned to him, curiosity in her gaze. “Why?”

Lucas explained, “It’s a gut feeling. I can’t pin down why.”

Belinda fell quiet, mulling it over.

Then, a thought struck her.

Her expression grew grave as she looked at Lucas. “Lucas, do you think… when Sarai was blackmailing Holley, she might have uncovered a link between my hormonal condition and Holley?”

Lucas’ eyes glinted. “It’s very possible.”

After a pause, he continued, “Sarai claimed she saw Holley acting cozy with a man, and that was her leverage. You also mentioned seeing a man at your house, so we never doubted Sarai’s story at that time. But now, we know Baker knew about you from the beginning. He might have visited you now and then. If so, the odds of Holley being involved with another man seem slim.”

Belinda’s laugh was cold. “Liars. Every last one of them.”

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A spark of anger flashed in Lucas’ darkened eyes.

After talking with Belinda a bit longer, Lucas suggested she rest in his room.

When she awoke, Lucas drove her to the hospital.

After arriving at the hospital, Lucas said, “I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

“Alright,” Belinda nodded, stepping out of the car.

In the Wright family home, Carola’s room.

“What do you want?” Carola’s voice was icy as she faced Baker.

Baker spoke softly, desperation woven into every word. “Carola, I’ve run into some trouble. I was hoping you might be able to help me.”

Carola’s expression remained composed, her voice detached. “You’re talking about Lucas’ order, that no one is allowed to engage in any business with the Wright Group, aren’t you?”

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