?<strong>Chapter 885:</strong>


    “Holley, is something the matter?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.


    “Oh, it’s nothing,” Holley responded a little too quickly, forcing a tight-lipped smile.


    As they made their way back, Holley remained visibly distracted.


    In the evening, as soon as Holley returned to her room, she shut the door behind her with a trembling hand. Her pulse raced as she hurried into the bathroom. With fumbling fingers, she pulled out her phone and dialed Baker’s number.


    Baker quickly answered the call.


    “Hello.”


    The instant Holley heard Baker’s voice, herposure shattered.


    “Baker!” she gasped, her voice trembling with panic.


    “Today… Today, Mr. rk questioned my mother about the hormones in Belinda’s body when she was a child and the ck mark on her face! He even dered that he was going tounch an investigation into the matter. What are we supposed to do?”


    Her voice wasced with panic.


    On the other end of the line, Baker remained silent for a moment.


    When he finally spoke, his tone was measured.


    “Mr. rk asked me about the same thing today,” he admitted.


    Holley’s breath hitched, and her grip on the phone tightened as dread coiled tighter around her chest.


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    “Then… what do we do? Baker, do you think Mr. rk is starting to suspect something? Otherwise, why would he suddenly decide to dig into this after all these years? Should we do something about it?”


    She swallowed hard, her throat dry.


    “We absolutely cannot allow Mr. rk to uncover the truth—that we were the ones behind the hormones and the mark on Belinda’s face. If he does, we’re doomed!”


    “Calm down,” Baker said.


    “The more precarious the situation, the moreposed we must be, and the less we should interfere. The more we act, the greater our chances of making blunders. Moreover, what if Mr. rk raised this topic merely to gauge our reactions and see if we’d attempt to conceal something?”


    His tone grew more serious as he continued.


    “Consider this—if we make a move now and Mr. rk has people monitoring us closely, wouldn’t that just expose us?”


    Holley bit her lip hard.


    “But… we can’t just do nothing about this, right?”


    Baker’s voice remained firm.


    “We can! We should refrain from taking any action. It has been years—most evidence has long since vanished into thin air. Besides, we exercised extreme caution back then; we left no trace behind, Holley. Even if Mr. rk investigates thoroughly now, there’s no assurance he’ll uncover anything.”


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