?<strong>Chapter 1076:</strong>


    Belinda’s breath hitched at the unexpected tenderness. Her fingers curled slightly as she instinctively tightened her grip on his hand, relishing the warmth of his touch.


    Kenia’s recovery progressed steadily, and by the morning of the third day, she was moved from the ICU to a regr ward.


    As soon as she settled in, visitors arrived one after another.


    Mollie and Santino were the first to visit, followed soon after by Harold and Norma.


    Harold, his voice steady and reassuring, looked at Kenia. “Rest easy, Kenia. With Lucas looking after Belinda, she will be fine.”


    He then shifted his gaze toward Belinda, his expression sincere. “Belinda, no matter what happens, know this—Norma and I have always seen you as our daughter-inw, and nothing will change that.”


    Norma nodded emphatically, her voice warm yet resolute. “That’s right, dear. Stay by Lucas’ side. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”


    Seeing their unwavering support, Belinda felt a lump rise in her throat. Since the ordeal, she had be more emotionally vulnerable, her heart quick to be stirred.


    “Harold, Norma, thank you…” Belinda’s voice trembled slightly.


    Kenia, witnessing the scene, felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief. She turned to Harold and Norma, expressing her thanks repeatedly, her voice filled with emotion.


    After spending some time with Kenia, Harold and Norma eventually took their leave, leaving Belinda alone with Kenia.


    Belinda reached for Kenia’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Now, you can finally stop worrying about me, right?”


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    Kenia exhaled softly and gave a small nod. “Yes.”


    Belinda’s smile softened. “Good. Then from now on, just focus on getting better. That’s all that matters.”


    Kenia hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately chose to remain silent, merely nodding.


    Belinda took note of her hesitation but decided not toment on it.


    Just then, a soft knock echoed against the door.


    After that, the door swung open.


    Belinda’s gaze lifted, and the moment she saw the figure standing at the door, her eyes narrowed slightly.


    Car stepped into the hospital room, a bouquet of fresh flowers cradled in her arms, her demeanor poised.


    Trailing behind her were Lyle and Mitchell—one carrying a neatly arranged basket of fruit, the other holding an assortment of high-quality nutritional supplements.


    Belinda had not anticipated their visit.


    They did not linger for long. After exchanging a few polite inquiries about Kenia’s condition and sitting briefly, they excused themselves.


    Before they left, Kenia turned to Belinda. “Walk them out, dear.”


    Belinda silently followed them into the hallway. Once the hospital room door clicked shut behind them, Car turned to Belinda, her voice measured. “Belinda, may we have a word?”


    Belinda pressed her lips together, hesitated briefly, then moved toward a nearby bench and sat down. “What do you want to talk about?” Her tone was distant.


    Car took a seat beside her, adjusting her posture as if carefully considering her next words.


    Before Car could speak, Belinda said, “I will keep my promise.” Her voice was steady, but there was an underlying sharpness to it. “I’ve already spoken to my mother. She won’t set foot in the Wright residence again, and neither will I. You don’t need to worry—we’ll stay out of your lives.”


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