Chapter 1187



Soon, Lucas drove Belinda home.

Meanwhile, Kenia had just woken up.

After making her way downstairs and finishing a leisurely breakfast, she settled onto the living room sofa, idly flipping through TV channels.

Then, her phone rang.

When she saw the caller ID, she stiffened. In an instant, her relaxed expression vanished.

Kenia held her phone, watching as it rang persistently.

She made no move to answer, allowing the call to drag on until the very last second before finally picking up.

“Hello.” Her voice was calm.

“Kenia, have you had breakfast yet? How are you feeling? Is your recovery going well?” On the other end, Sarai’s voice was gentle, brimming with concern.

But at her words, Kenia’s expression turned frigid.

“I’m not well,” Kenia replied. Her tone was clipped.

Hearing this, Sarai was stunned for a moment.

A strange unease crept into her chest, making her grip the phone a little tighter.

Pressing her lips together for a moment, she asked cautiously, “Kenia, what’s wrong?”

Kenia didn’t hesitate. Her patience had run out. “Don’t call me that anymore. We’re not that close.”

Sarai’s face went pale in an instant.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone. Anxiously, she said, “Kenia, what do you mean? Why are you saying that all of a sudden? I… I don’t understand—”

Kenia saw no reason to continue the charade. She interjected, “Sarai, drop the act. Belinda already told me everything.”

A sharp intake of breath. Sarai froze, unable to form a single coherent word. She knew she was wrong. There was no justification for what she had done.

After a while, with a deep, shaky breath, she finally spoke. “Kenia, I’m sorry. I was wrong. I—I let greed cloud my judgment. I made a terrible mistake.”

Her voice cracked with emotion. “I regretted it the moment it happened, I swear. I truly did—”

Kenia cut her off, her voice razor-sharp, “Of course, you regret it. Because your little scheme fell apart. Isn’t that why?”

Sarai flinched as if she’d been slapped.

Her throat tightened, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “Kenia,” she muttered hoarsely, “please… I know I messed up, but don’t shut me out. Please don’t push…”

“Me away. I have no one else. No other family. You’re the only person I have left. If you abandon me now… I’ll be completely alone.”

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