?<strong>Chapter 861:</strong>


    Kenia turned to Belinda with a furrowed brow, her tone tinged with disapproval and sadness.


    “Belinda, you’ve really wounded your mother this time. You shouldn’t have doubted her like that! She’s your mother. How could she evermit such an act?”


    Belinda lowered her gaze, remaining silent. Her thoughts swirled like a storm, and a shadow of doubt flickered in her eyes.


    Ever since she had uncovered the fact that the driver of the car that had collided with Holley had covertlymunicated with Baker’s assistant before the ident, her trust in Holley had all but vanished.


    And now, with so many coincidences stacking up, it was bing increasingly difficult for Belinda not to be suspicious of Holley. She looked up at Kenia, her voice steady but distant.


    “Grandma, I’m going back to the hospital to check on Lucas now.”


    Kenia hesitated, caught off guard by Belinda’s sudden decision to leave. She opened her mouth to say something but paused.


    Before Kenia could speak, Belinda stood up and turned to leave.


    “Belinda…” Kenia tried calling after her.


    Belinda didn’t look back. She changed her shoes with calm precision and left the house.


    Kenia could do nothing but frown.


    Sarai observed Kenia quietly, uncertain whether to speak up or remain silent. She had wanted to suggest visiting Lucas in the hospital, but after her earlier reaction, she held her tongue, not wanting to provoke Kenia’s suspicions.


    Inside her room, Holley continued crying. However, when she heard the unmistakable sound of the front door shutting, her tears ceased abruptly. She widened her eyes, unable to believe that Belinda had actually left like this. A wave of frustration red within her.


    She had thought, at the very least, Belinda woulde to her room to try and console her.


    Holley’s expression shifted repeatedly, confusion and frustration crossing her face as she struggled to understand why Belinda’s attitude toward her had changed yet again.


    Biting her lip, she walked to the door, locked it with a decisive click, and then retreated to the bathroom. Her fingers hovered over her phone before she finally dialed Baker’s number. This was something she needed to ry to both Baker and Kylee so they could be prepared.


    Baker quickly answered the call.


    “Hello.”


    “Baker, where are you currently? Are you with Kylee?” Holley asked, her tone urgent.


    Baker responded from the other end of the line, “I’m at home; Kylee is in her room. What’s going on?”


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