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    She then added with a slight smile, “Your father isn’t feeling well today. That’s okay. I’ll discuss the matter with him again tomorrow.”


    Lucas eyed Belinda skeptically, his pupils narrowing as he tried to discern whether she was telling the truth.


    Just as he was about to speak, the door to the hospital room swung open.


    Norma appeared, saying, “Harold wants to see you both now.”


    Lucas and Belinda entered Harold’s hospital room one after the other.


    Inside, Harold had regained someposure, though he still looked weak.


    “Lucas, you cannot divorce Belinda. Do you understand that?”


    “Understood, no divorce. Just focus on your recovery for now,” Lucas responded with a hint of impatience, though there was a trace of concern in his eyes.


    Turning to Belinda, Harold said, “And you, Belinda, promise me not to divorce Lucas.”


    Without hesitation, Belinda nodded. “Of course.”


    “I won’t divorce him.”


    Only then did Harold finally feel relieved.


    After ensuring Harold was resting, Lucas and Belinda stepped out of the room.


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    Just then, Belinda’s phone rang abruptly.


    She answered, and immediately, a sharp,manding voice echoed from the other end of the line.


    “Belinda! You’ve alreadye back to the country, but not once have you visited home. Don’t you care about your family anymore? Or do you think you’re too good for us now? Come home right now!”


    The person on the other end of the call was Belinda’s biological father, Baker Wright.


    A smirk curled at the corners of Belinda’s mouth as she listened, her face devoid of emotion.


    “Understood,” she replied coldly before ending the call.


    She pocketed her phone and, without giving Lucas another nce, walked away.


    At the entrance of the Wright family estate, Belinda keyed in the security code at the front gate of the house.


    “Incorrect password.”


    The automated system rejected Belinda’s attempt to open the door.


    With a slight frown, Belinda tried again, but the password was still incorrect.


    Augh, cold and mocking, escaped her lips.


    Opting not to knock, she made her way around to the back of the house.


    Five minutester, she returned wielding a hefty sledgehammer.


    With a powerful swing, she shattered the door lock with the hammer.


    The loud bang set off a shrill rm that echoed throughout the property.


    Almost instantly, the door swung open.


    The butler, looking rmed and flustered, confronted Belinda as he stepped outside. “This is outrageous! Do you know whose house this is? How dare you try to break in like this!”


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