Chapter 320



Just then, the quiet ambiance was interrupted by the ringing of her phone. The number was unfamiliar.

Belinda swiped to answer the call, her tone neutral. “Who’s this?”

“It’s Dad, Belinda,” came Baker’s voice.

Belinda’s expression darkened instantly when she heard that. She considered hanging up but paused for a moment.

Rising from her seat, she turned to Mollie. “Excuse me, Mollie. I need to take this call.”

Mollie nodded. “Go ahead.”

Belinda walked a short distance away.

“What do you want now, Mr. Wright?” Belinda asked, her tone cold and detached.

On the other end of the line, Baker’s voice softened unnaturally. “Belinda, I’ve been reflecting on my actions. I was wrong yesterday.”

“I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, and I owe you an apology.”

Belinda chuckled dryly, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You, the head of the Wright family, admitting fault? That’s really rare.”

Her smile didn’t reach her eyes; her expression was cold. Every word from her last conversation with Baker was still fresh in her mind. She hadn’t forgotten a single one.

“Belinda, I truly regret my actions,” Baker said, sounding a bit resigned. “Please don’t be mad at me.” But his words only deepened Belinda’s disgust.

She didn’t believe that Baker truly recognized his mistakes. She knew exactly why he was calling her now.

The Thomas family’s retaliation against the Williamson and Sampson families for her sake had changed his attitude toward her. Now, he knew the Williamson family wouldn’t dare cross the Wright family. He was trying to curry favor with her, but Belinda saw through him.

Belinda’s guess was spot on.

When Baker had first heard the news, he had been stunned. The Thomas family taking such drastic measures for someone with no blood ties? It was unthinkable. The Sampson family was not very powerful, but the Williamson family—ranked eighth among the elite families—was a different matter entirely.

Was Belinda really worth it for the Thomas family to target the Williamson family?

At first, Baker had thought the Thomas family had lost their minds. Then, realization had struck him: his daughter carried more influence over the Thomas family than he had ever imagined.

Belinda let out a cold laugh. “Don’t worry. I am not angry with you. You’re not worth the effort.”

On the other end of the line, Baker’s face twisted with anger. He wanted to snap but held back, forcing himself to remain composed.

“Belinda,” he said with a forced smile, “why don’t you come home for a meal when you are free? I’d like to discuss—”

Before Baker could finish, Belinda interjected, “I don’t want to have a meal with you. It would only ruin both our appetites.”

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

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