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    Lucas regarded Lamont with cold detachment.


    His lips parted as he delivered a chilling, merciless order. “Hand him and all the evidence over to the police.”


    “Yes, Mr. rk,” Gordon responded promptly.


    Lamont’splexion went ashen.


    His knees buckled, and he copsed to the floor, his body limp with defeat.


    He broke down, sobbing and begging for mercy, “Mr. rk, please, have mercy! I know I messed up! I’m begging you, just spare me this time…”


    At that moment, despair swallowed Lamont whole.


    The thought of the evidence—his faked death, his betrayal of Timothy, and his theft of Timothy’s identity—reaching the police crushed any flicker of hope.


    A lifetime in prison awaited him.


    The realization brought tears streaming down his face.


    But his anguish changed nothing.


    Gordon swiftly summoned two ck-d bodyguards, who seized him and hauled him out of the room.


    Once they were gone, the spacious room held only Belinda and Lucas.


    Lucas turned to look at Belinda, his expression heavy with concern.


    Belinda met Lucas’ gaze, their fingers still entwined, and she squeezed his hand gently.


    Though her smile was strained, her voice remained steady. “Lucas, I’m okay, really.”


    She managed a faint smile. “Honestly, maybe this is better. At least now I can let go of any lingering hope or illusions about the people who only ever pretended to be my parents.”


    “They never deserved to be your parents,” Lucas said, his toneced with a sharp edge of anger. He slid his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.


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    Belinda leaned her head against his shoulder, her eyes shadowed with quiet pain. Her voice was a soft murmur. “You’re right.”


    They sat together for a while longer before finally rising to leave.


    When they arrived home, Belinda headed straight to Kenia’s room.


    “You’re home!” Kenia, seated on the sofa and knitting a sweater, beamed at the sight of Belinda.


    Belinda crossed the room and sat down beside her, her tone gentle. “Grandma, don’t overdo it with the knitting; it’s not good for your eyes.”


    Kenia smiled warmly and nodded. “Alright, alright, I’ll be careful. Don’t worry.”


    Then, studying Belinda’s face, she asked, “Is there something on your mind?”


    Belinda pressed her lips together, hershes lowering. “Yes, I need to talk to you about something. It’s about Holley.”


    At the mention of Holley’s name, Kenia set her knitting aside.


    Her face grew solemn.


    “What is it?” she asked.


    Belinda’s voice was soft but heavy. “Grandma, do you remember when you and Holley took me to the county hospital for a checkup when I was a kid?”


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