?Chapter 1383:


    Belinda greeted Santino and Mollie as she walked in, spotting them on the living room sofa.


    “Sweetheart,e here; let me have a look at you,” Mollie said, tugging Belinda to sit beside her.


    After examining her closely, Mollie’s brow furrowed. “You’ve gotten thinner.”


    Belindaughed. “No way! I checked a few days ago. I haven’t lost any weight.”


    “You look drained,” Mollie remarked.


    Belinda exined, “That’s just from the night shift yesterday. It leaves me looking a bit tired.”


    “Sweetheart, has something happened between Lucas and Baker?” Santino asked.


    He and Mollie had only heard about Lucas’ public move against Baker after returning home, which sparked their curiosity.


    Lucas wouldn’t target Baker without reason.


    In the past, whenever he had done so, it was always because Baker had done something to hurt Belinda.


    Mollie nodded. “I asked Lucas about it earlier, but he told me to talk to you. What exactly happened? Did Baker hurt you again?”


    Belinda took a steadying breath, the memory stinging her heart.


    Afterposing herself, she began, “Santino, Mollie, you know about the hormones I was given as a kid and the dark spot I had on my face, right?”


    Mollie replied, “Yes, when we first met you in Chixdon, you were overweight, and that dark spot was on your face. Why bring it up now?”


    Santino’s face grew grave. “This… is it connected to Baker?”


    Belinda let out a faint, self-mockingugh. She didn’t bother to conceal anything and calmly recounted the entire story.


    When she finished, Mollie’s face drained of color. She stared at Belinda, her eyes wide with disbelief.


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    Even Santino, usuallyposed, froze in stunned silence, struggling to process her words.


    “Holley was the one who injected you with hormones before?” Mollie’s voice trembled with outrage. “Has shepletely lost her mind? And she thought you would believe some ridiculous excuse like that?” Her hands, resting on herp, tightened into trembling fists.


    Belinda forced a small, bitter smile but said nothing. The silence that followed felt unbearably heavy.


    Mollie reached out and gently caressed Belinda’s head, her voice breaking with emotion. “Sweetheart, you’ve… You’ve suffered far more than any child ever should.”


    At those simple, heartfelt words, Belinda’s carefully restrained emotions crumbled. Tears spilled over, flowing uncontrobly down her cheeks.


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