Chapter 92



Belinda paused upon hearing that, falling silent for a while. Her feelings toward Carola were anything but simple; respect, gratitude, and admiration were all tangled together in her heart. Carola had been the only one in the Wright family who believed she hadn’t stolen Kylee’s necklace.

But that didn’t mean she would compromise, not even for Carola. When it came to matters of principle, Belinda’s resolve was firm. “No matter what, I will never apologize to Kylee,” Belinda said firmly, her voice cutting through the air.

After a brief pause, she added, “It doesn’t matter who asks me to do that. The answer will always be the same.”

Bethany nodded, her agreement resolute. “Exactly! You didn’t do anything wrong, so why apologize? If you give in, it’ll only encourage Kylee to keep pushing your boundaries.”

At Kylee’s name, Belinda slightly furrowed her brows in resignation. Lately, Kylee’s behavior had grown shamelessly intolerable.

Just as Belinda was about to say something, Bethany suddenly nudged her, gesturing toward the upper floor. “Isn’t that Lucas and his friends?”

Belinda’s gaze followed Bethany’s gesture, landing on the booth where Lucas and his group sat. Her expression darkened. Right now, Verena was clinging to Lucas’ arm, swaying it slightly. Lucas leaned in, speaking to her in a low voice.

Belinda’s sharp eyes narrowed. So, Verena had really decided to ignore her warnings. Very well, then…

Bethany bristled beside Belinda, her indignation palpable. “What is Verena doing? Has she no shame?”

Belinda rose from the sofa, her demeanor calm. “Come with me, Bethany. Let’s see what’s going on there.”

Bethany’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “Okay, let’s go!”

Verena was clearly drunk now.

“Verena? Are you okay?” Lucas asked, giving Verena a gentle nudge.

Eyes closed, Verena pouted like a child. “Don’t bother me…”

“I’m sleeping… Just let me sleep…” she murmured, clinging tightly to Lucas’ arm.

Ryan sighed, his voice filled with resignation. “Just let her lean on you for a while. She has been in a bad mood these past few days.”

Lucas frowned, about to respond, when a sharp, melodious voice cut through the scene.

“Well, well, well… What’s Miss Reed doing here?”

The group in the room turned to see Belinda and Bethany approaching.

Vincent, caught off guard, stammered, “Uh… Verena’s drunk.”

Bethany’s lips curled into a derisive sneer. “Since she is drunk, you should send her home now. What’s this? Does being drunk give her the right to cling to someone else’s husband?”

Vincent’s expression grew slightly awkward. Belinda was Lucas’ wife, and Verena’s current behavior, whether intentional or not, was undeniably out of line.

“She is drunk and completely unaware of what she’s doing. How could she possibly know better?” Ryan jumped in, quick to defend Verena.

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