Chapter 1170



Just then, Kenia seemed to have thought of something, and a mocking smile appeared on her face. “I used to believe a parent’s love was the purest, most selfless thing in the world. You’ve proven how foolishly wrong I was—how arrogant of me to assume that.”

“Mom!” Holley’s voice cracked, shame washing over her like a tide.

Kenia didn’t soften. “From here on, don’t concern yourself with me. Once I’m out of here, I’ll be living with Belinda. I won’t be going back to your place.”

Panic seized Holley instantly. “Mom! What are you talking about? My place is your place! You’re my mother—I’m the one who should be looking after you!”

After all, Belinda wasn’t her real daughter, but Kenia was indeed her mother! How could she abandon her own mother?

Kenia’s expression remained cold and unmoved. “No need for that. What if someone finds leverage over you again and convinces you to sell me out? I’m too old to survive that kind of blow.” Her words cut deep.

Holley stood there, unable to muster a counterargument. It was as if her chest had tightened, suffocating her, while her heart throbbed with pain.

“Mom…” Tears welled in Holley’s eyes.

“I’m tired now,” Kenia said curtly, unwilling to entertain more pleas or even look at Holley. She turned away, shutting her eyes.

Seeing Kenia like this, Holley bit her lip hard, her heart in agony. At that moment, a fierce resentment toward Belinda flared up inside her.

This was all Belinda’s fault!

If Belinda hadn’t told Kenia about the matter, things wouldn’t have spiraled to this point. Anger and desperation churned within Holley, but she could do nothing about it.

She wanted to swear to Kenia that she would never betray her, yet the precedent with Belinda loomed large.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com makes every story special She couldn’t reveal to Kenia that Belinda wasn’t her real daughter.

So, she could only bottle up her frustration.

At noon, when Belinda came to see Kenia, Kenia wasted no time telling her that she wanted to be discharged.

“No way, Grandma! Your injuries aren’t fully healed yet—how can you even think about getting discharged?” Belinda refused without a second thought.

Kenia, undeterred, replied calmly, “Belinda, you know my head’s fine now. It’s just my left ankle and shoulder blade that are still mending, and those are bones—they don’t heal overnight. A couple more days here won’t magically fix them. I can recover just as well at home.”

Belinda’s lips pressed into a tight line. She knew Kenia wasn’t wrong.

The intracranial bleeding Kenia had suffered had been resolved with minor surgery, and after weeks in the hospital, her brain had recovered. According to the usual practice of neurosurgery, Kenia would have been discharged long ago or transferred to another department. Still, Belinda hesitated.

“But…”

Kenia cut Belinda off firmly, saying, “No more objections! I’ve been confined to this hospital for far too long, and I’ve been longing to leave for weeks. Belinda, just listen to me. I am going home! Arrange for a caregiver to take care of me, and everything will be fine.”

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