Chapter 883
His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

âNo need for such formalities. Just call me Lucas.â
Kenia gave a small smile but didnât say anything else.
Outside the ward, Belinda and Holley sat in silence on opposite ends of a long bench, with Sarai positioned between them. The tension in the air was suffocating. Sarai, unable to stand the awkward quiet any longer, finally broke the silence.
âBelinda, you know Holley would never do something like that. You should believe her!â
Belinda didnât acknowledge Saraiâs words. Instead, she turned her head, her gaze locking onto Holley. Her expression was serious as she said to Holley, âMom, can I trust you?â
Holley felt a surge of anger at what she had just heard. She took a deep breath before snapping, âBelieve whatever you want! I donât care!â
Then, she sprang from the bench and stormed off.
âHolley! Holley!â Sarai called after her, but Holley didnât even glance back. She quickly disappeared around the corner.
Sarai turned to Belinda with a resigned expression.
âBelinda, you⦠Why did you say thatâ¦â
Belinda said nothing, her face remaining expressionless.
Before Sarai could speak further, the door to the hospital room opened, and Kenia stepped out.
âWhereâs Holley?â she asked in confusion.
âShe got so mad that she left,â Sarai answered bluntly.
As for who had angered Holley, Sarai didnât need to sayâit was obvious.
âBelindaââ Kenia began, but Belinda cut her off.
âI donât want to talk about this right now, Grandma. You should head back now.â
Kenia hesitated, her words stuck in her throat.
âWait!â Sarai blurted out, seemingly unable to stop herself.
âAre we leaving just like this? Arenât we going to check on Mr. Clark more?â
Belinda turned her calm gaze toward her.
âWhat else do you want to do?â
Sarai stiffened.
âI, uhâ¦â
âLetâs go,â Kenia said.
âWeâll take our leave now, Belinda.â
âOkay,â Belinda replied with a small nod.
Once they were gone, Belinda finally entered the hospital room. She walked up to the bedside and sat down.
âWhat did you say to my grandmother?â she asked Lucas.
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