Chapter 100



Jada leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I was actually thinking of using the incident to tarnish her reputation, but now that I think about it…”

“I believe it would not be wise. I’m sorry, Kylee, but we need to think of a different plan.”

Kylee, despite seething with rage internally, put on a calm demeanor and said smoothly, “Oh, Jada, there’s no need for apologies. Besides, I’ve forgiven Belinda already. We’re sisters, after all. How could I possibly harbor any resentment towards her?”

Her words, dripping with feigned sincerity, masked her true intentions.

Today, she had planned this gathering specifically to twist and amplify the tale of her woes, knowing full well that her companions reveled in gossip and would eagerly spread the rumor. Her ultimate aim? To tarnish Belinda’s reputation irreparably.

She had thought her plan was foolproof—even if the Thomas family tried to intervene afterward, it would be too late. The damage to Belinda’s reputation would have already been done. And since she wasn’t the one spreading the rumors, even if the Thomas family sought revenge, they wouldn’t trace it back to her.

However, luck wasn’t on her side this time—encountering Belinda had disrupted everything.

Now that Belinda’s additional identity had been revealed, none of these women would dare cross her again. Kylee’s carefully laid plans had crumbled in an instant, leaving her fuming with frustration.

After the uncomfortable encounter, Belinda returned to the dining area without mentioning the incident to Carola. She just resumed her meal in silence.

As they finished, Carola, wiping her mouth with a napkin, turned to Belinda with a concerned look. “Belinda, can you tell me what’s really going on between you and Kylee? You used to speak so highly of her, relied on her even. What changed so drastically in these past three years?”

Belinda looked at Carola, her smile tinged with bitter irony as she responded softly, “I just came to see things clearly, that’s all. Sometimes, the people who present themselves as allies might not really have your best interests at heart.”

Belinda’s gaze drifted into the distance as she pondered for a while. “The human heart is intricate and often indecipherable. I’m done being played for a fool.”

Her words, laden with unspoken implications, made Carola furrow her brows.

Before Carola could probe further, Belinda rose from her chair, signaling the end of the conversation. “I have to return to the hospital for the afternoon shift. Goodbye, Carola.”

Without waiting for a response, Belinda collected her belongings and left, her steps resolute and quick.

On the drive back to the hospital, Belinda’s phone rang. It was Harold calling, requesting her presence at a family dinner in the evening, emphasizing it was important.

Curiosity piqued, Belinda agreed. Given Harold’s rare insistence, she suspected a significant reason behind the summons.

Finishing her day’s duties without delay, Belinda drove straight to the Clark family estate.

As she entered the villa and saw the gathering in the living room—a family of three faces—her expression subtly changed.

Belinda blinked in recognition. So, they had returned.

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