Chapter 337



The tension from the incident had left both Kenia and Sarai with little appetite.

In contrast, Belinda ate heartily, savoring Kenia’s cooking, which she always enjoyed. After the meal, Kenia beckoned Belinda into her room.

“Belinda, I need to ask you something serious. Have you really slept with Lucas?” Kenia inquired directly, her expression serious.

Belinda, not wanting to conceal the truth, nodded and confessed, “Yes.”

Kenia’s expression darkened as she pointed at Belinda, her voice filled with disbelief. “You… You…”

The more Kenia mulled over the matter, the angrier she became. Frustrated, she reached out and tapped Belinda’s forehead. “You silly girl!”

Belinda pouted, rubbing her forehead, clearly aggrieved. “Tell me everything! What exactly happened?” Kenia demanded in a firm tone.

“Last night, I…” Belinda didn’t hold back, recounting everything that had transpired the previous evening.

“So, you and Lucas were both drunk last night. And it happened after that…” Kenia gradually fell quiet, reflecting on the situation. She was at a loss for words, unsure of how to process the situation.

Belinda gently took Kenia’s hand, speaking in a sincere tone. “Grandma, I don’t regret it.”

Kenia looked at Belinda, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. “Since you don’t regret it, I won’t say anything more,” Kenia said after a long pause, her voice tinged with both concern and acceptance.

Mᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟs.ᴄᴏᴍ Belinda gave a slight nod and smiled. “Alright. You don’t have to worry about me.”

After a brief pause, Kenia posed another question. “What do you think about Sarai’s situation?”

Belinda fell silent upon hearing that, her expression unreadable.

Kenia continued, “I’m sure Sarai didn’t intend any harm. You’ve grown up with her.”

“You know her well enough to know she wouldn’t do something like that on purpose,”

Belinda pressed her lips together for a moment, her expression thoughtful, before she replied, “Okay, I understand.”

Perhaps this time Sarai hadn’t meant any harm, but for Belinda, the trust between them had been irreparably cracked. Still, she knew there was no point in burdening Kenia with her thoughts.

In the living room, Sarai sat restless, her anxiety visible in every fidget. The situation had spiraled far beyond her control, fueling the unease gnawing at her. She was acutely aware that, after this incident, Belinda’s wariness toward her would only grow. And there was nothing she could do to change that now.

She understood her position all too well—she couldn’t afford to offend anyone in this household. She needed to tread carefully.

It was entirely her fault for letting impulsivity get the better of her that day. She never should have approached Lucas or said what she did.

Yet, after stepping into the grandeur of the Clark family estate and tasting the aristocratic lifestyle, she had felt a stirring in her heart—an overwhelming desire for the life she had always dreamed of. That was the world she aspired to, the pinnacle she was determined to reach.

She vowed to herself that, one day, she would call that manor her home. The promise burned in her mind like a relentless flame.

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