?<strong>Chapter 702:</strong>


    Then, the waiter gave her a thumbs-up. “You were amazing just now!”


    After hisment, the waiter walked off, carrying the ice bucket with him. Darwin, still smiling, raised an eyebrow as he nced at Belinda. “Using a luxury brand scarf as an ice pack? You are really generous.”


    Belinda froze for a moment before realizing what he meant. The scarf she had used—her favorite and most expensive one!


    “Ipletely forgot about that,” she admitted with a resigned sigh.


    In the urgency of the moment, practicality had overridden all else. Now that she thought about it, regret began to creep in.


    Darwin couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.


    Belinda rolled her eyes at him. Without a word, she turned and headed for the elevator.


    Darwin watched her walk away, letting out a softugh before following her.


    “Kylee, what’s been going on with youtely? I’ve noticed something’s off with you,” Car said, her tone tinged with concern.


    The events of the past few weeks had left Car both disappointed and frustrated with Kylee, but no matter what, Kylee was her daughter. Her care for her remained unwavering.


    Kylee hesitated for a moment, a storm of emotions swirling in her chest. Then, without warning, she threw herself into Car’s arms.


    “Mom, you’re my mother, only mine! You should care about me and no one else,” she blurted, her voice trembling.


    Car’s brows furrowed in confusion as she gently held Kylee. This wasn’t the first time Kylee had said something like this, and once again, she was left puzzled by her words.


    Softly patting Kylee’s back, she asked, “Why do you keep saying such strange things? Of course, I’m your mother. Who else would I be?”


    Kylee bit her lip, her voice tinged with emotion. “Well, I was just thinking about that time when you had dinner with Belinda, and she helped you. That scene looked so warm and harmonious, Mom. You don’t know it, but I was so jealous.” Pulling away slightly, Kylee sat up straight, her gaze locking onto Car’s. “Mom, I really don’t get it… Belinda is Dad’s child with another woman. Why don’t you hate her?”


    Kylee’s tone wasced with desperation, her eyes searching Car’s for even a hint of shared resentment. She wanted so badly for Car to hate Belinda, or at the very least, dislike her.


    Car, however, simply smiled. “Children are innocent,” she replied softly. “They can’t choose their parents. If they could, who wouldn’t choose to be born into a harmonious and wealthy family?”


    Her voice remainedposed as she continued, “I may dislike Holley, but I have no reason to hate Belinda. Even though I don’t dislike her, I also don’t like her. So, Kylee, why would you be jealous?”


    As Car spoke, her smile softened, and she gently cupped Kylee’s face in her hands. “You are my daughter, and I only love you,” she said.


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