?<strong>Chapter 394:</strong>


    Hearing this, Belinda couldn’t help but smile and nod. “Okay.”


    She opened the car door, got out, and walked into the house. Harold was in the living room, flipping through a newspaper. Seeing Belinda return at this time, he looked at her in surprise.


    Before Harold could speak, Belinda asked, “Harold, can we talk?”


    The seriousness in Belinda’s voice and the look on her face sent a shiver of foreboding through Harold.


    Belinda entered the study and eased onto the sofa, cing the signed divorce agreement on the table before her. As Harold caught sight of it, his expression changed in an instant. His eyes met Belinda’s, a crease forming between his eyebrows.


    He spoke in a trembling voice, “Belinda, have you and Lucas…”


    His worst fears were now a reality. He had never thought Belinda’s rtionship with Lucas woulde to this.


    Pressing her lips together for a moment, Belinda responded, “I’m sorry, Harold. I know this isn’t the oue you were hoping for. Lucas and I just aren’t meant to be.”


    “Is Verena the reason for your divorce?” Harold asked.


    Not denying it, Belinda admitted, “Verena is part of the reason, but the real issue is with Lucas and me. He doesn’t love me, and that’s the biggest problem in our rtionship.”


    Hearing this, Harold seemed to have something to say but hesitated. He believed the situation was different from what Belinda thought. Having seen it all, he felt Lucas did care for Belinda. Yet, those feelings might not have been strong enough. Or possibly, Lucas hadn’t even realized his feelings himself, leading him to hurt Belinda without meaning to.


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    “Is there no chance for you two to try to be together again?” Harold asked, unwilling to give up.


    Shaking her head softly, Belinda replied, “We’ve given our rtionship so many tries, yet nothing has changed. The truth is, Lucas and I just aren’t right for each other. It’s healthier for us both to end things now, so we can move on.”


    She looked directly at Harold, her voice weary. “Harold…”


    “I’m exhausted. I can’t continue like this. I need to start living for myself.”


    At her words, Harold felt an ufortable feeling stir within him. It dawned on him that throughout her marriage, Belinda had never truly found happiness or satisfaction…


    Harold exhaled deeply, burdened with concern. “My dear, you have endured so much.”


    “Harold.” Belinda looked at him earnestly, her red lips slightly parted, speaking each word with determination. “You will always hold a ce in my heart. Whenever possible, I will make sure to visit you.”


    “Understood!” Harold’s response was apanied by repeated nods, his expression one of pity and resignation as he gazed at Belinda. He sincerely said, “I truly hope you find someone who treasures you as you deserve. Lucas is not fortunate enough to be that person.”


    Belinda offered a grateful smile and nodded in acknowledgment. “I appreciate your words. If I find such a person, I will definitely bring him to meet you.” After a pause, she continued, lightening the mood, “And if youe across a good match for me, feel free to send him my way!”


    “Of course! I will do that!” Harold nodded emphatically, and his agreement was not just a casual promise but something he intended to act upon. He believed Belinda was worthy of someone who would value and adore her.


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