Chapter 1079



Earlier, Lucas had been entirely consumed by Belinda’s suffering—focused on comforting her, easing her pain, and finding ways to support her. In doing so, he had completely overlooked a crucial possibility: her test results might have been tampered with. That was why, today, he suggested that Belinda undergo another test.

“We’ll take multiple samples and send them to different hospitals. We need to confirm whether the Grand Plains General Hospital’s report was manipulated,” he said. His voice turned cold as he finished speaking, his sharp gaze darkening with resolve.

Belinda’s expression grew serious, a flicker of renewed hope igniting in her heart.

“Alright.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she nodded in agreement.

That night, sleep eluded her. She lay in bed, her mind swirling with thoughts, anticipation mingling with apprehension.

The next morning, Gordon arrived with a medical team to collect Belinda’s blood samples—six vials in total. Each sample was carefully sealed and immediately dispatched to different hospitals for testing.

The waiting period felt interminable, each passing second stretching unbearably. Lucas remained by Belinda’s side, choosing to stay home rather than go to work, silently enduring the suspense alongside her.

Time crawled by until, at long last, the doorbell of Belinda’s house chimed. Gordon entered swiftly, carrying six sealed envelopes. He then handed them over to Belinda.

Belinda hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edges of the papers. Fear coiled in her chest—what if this fragile glimmer of hope was shattered once again?

She wasn’t sure she could withstand another devastating blow.

Sensing her turmoil, Lucas gently took the reports from her hands. Without a word, he unfolded them and began scanning the results.

His eyes flickered with an unreadable intensity, his pupils constricting. Belinda, watching his reaction intently, felt her breath hitch in her throat. She couldn’t discern whether the news was good or bad.

Then, Lucas lifted his gaze to hers, and a slow smile curved his lips. His voice, deep and velvety, carried an unmistakable trace of excitement. “Belinda… You are not infected.”

He extended the first report toward Belinda. “It’s negative.”

Lucas’ words struck Belinda like a thunderclap.

Her pulse pounded wildly as she slowly emerged from her daze. With trembling hands, she accepted the paper, her eyes darting to the results section. The word “Negative” blurred as tears brimmed in her eyes. A mix of disbelief and joy flooded over her.

She was fine.

She was really not infected.

It was negative.

She wasn’t infected with HIV!

Her breath hitched as she hastily grabbed the remaining reports from Lucas’ grasp.

“Negative.”

“Negative…”

Every single one confirmed the same results.

Tears cascaded down Belinda’s cheeks—a torrent of emotion spilling forth as laughter bubbled up within her.

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