?<strong>Chapter 958:</strong>


    “That’s impossible!” Bethany was the first to react, her voice sharp with disbelief.


    Johnson remained calm.


    “Nothing is impossible. If I am wrong, how do you exin Holley’s actions?”


    Belinda didn’t respond immediately, but an unsettling chill spread through her chest.


    The thought had never once crossed her mind.


    Could it be real? Could Holley not be her mother? Was such a thing even possible?


    “No, that’s impossible!” Belinda finally blurted out, her voice firm with conviction.


    “When my mother was pregnant, my grandmother apanied her to every prenatal appointment. Her pregnancy was real—there’s no question about that! And when she gave birth, my grandmother waited outside the delivery room the entire time. She even helped the nurse ce me in the incubator herself. If there had been any kind of baby switch afterward, my grandmother would have noticed!”


    Johnson fell silent, considering her words.


    “But what if… what if the switch happened inside the delivery room?”


    Belinda’s face went pale, and she found herself speechless.


    Bethany, too, looked shaken. It was an unthinkable possibility—yet one that now loomed before them.


    No one spoke after that. The only sound was the asional clink of sses as they drank, each lost in their own thoughts.


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    Later that night, Johnson called Lucas over.


    By the time Lucas arrived, Belinda’s eyes were rimmed red from drinking, and her cheeks flushed with warmth.


    Lucas walked over to her, crouching down so that their eyes could meet. His voice was soft.


    “I’ll take you home, okay?”


    The moment Belinda saw him, her vision blurred with fresh tears.


    She didn’t say a word and just gave a small nod.


    Lucas stood and effortlessly scooped her into his arms.


    Turning to Johnson and Bethany, he nodded.


    “I’m taking Belinda home.” With that, he left with Belinda.


    Belinda draped her arms around Lucas’ neck, her head lowered, saying nothing.


    The silence between them stretched, and Lucas didn’t push her to speak. He drove her back home.


    Only when his car rolled to a stop in front of her ce did he step out, making his way to the passenger side.


    He opened the car door, his gaze searching hers as he asked gently, “Something’s on your mind. Will you tell me what it is?”


    Belinda hesitated before finally meeting his eyes. Her lips quivered slightly as she said, “Johnson suspects that Holley might not be my real mother.”


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