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    Holley’s face was grotesquely swollen, blood and saliva spilling uncontrobly from her lips. Her face felt numb, as if it no longer belonged to her. She cast a fleeting, venomous re at Mollie and Belinda, her expression twisted with hatred. She tried to hurl insults, but her mouth produced only garbled fragments.


    Mollie turned away. “Belinda, let’s go.”


    Belinda gave a curt nod, not sparing Holley another nce, and followed Mollie out. After a few steps, Mollie paused, as if struck by a thought. Turning back to Holley, she said, “Ms. Lewis, no need to worry. My two bodyguards will personally take you to the hospital for treatment, and I’ll cover the costs.”


    With that, she and Belinda left.


    Behind them, Holley tried to speak, perhaps to curse, but her attempt only sent more saliva spilling from her mouth.


    Once they stepped out of Holley’s home and into the elevator, Belinda gently took Mollie’s hand, inspecting it. Mollie’s palm was red and slightly swollen, a clear sign of the force she had unleashed on Holley.


    “Mollie, is your hand okay?” Belinda asked, concern in her voice.


    Mollie nced at her palm andughed lightly. “It stings, but it felt so good pping Holley just now!” She took a deep breath, her gaze settling on Belinda, a mix of emotions in her eyes. “You can’t imagine how enraged I was when I heard the full story! It’s unthinkable that a mother could be so cruel and vicious to her own child.”


    Mollie’s voice trembled with fury. “You’re her daughter, her own blood. How could she have done something so monstrous to you? To treat her own child like that… It’s unthinkable.” Her chest heaved as her anger surged. She was livid.


    Mollie had always longed for a child of her own, as she had never experienced motherhood herself. She considered Belinda as her daughter. Learning how Holley had treated Belinda ignited a fire in her that burned fiercely.


    Her eyes reddened as she reached out, sping Belinda’s hand tightly. With a voice thick with emotion, she said, “Don’t let Holley’s words wound you. From now on, Santino and I are your parents. We will love and cherish you.”


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    Mollie’s tender words and the profound empathy in her gaze brought tears to Belinda’s eyes. A warm current surged through her, wrapping her infort from head to toe.


    Her life had been a mix of hardship and blessings. Having parents like Holley and Baker was a heavy burden, but she was fortunate to be enveloped by the love and care from Mollie, Santino, Rowell, and Jazmine, who cherished her as their own. Her grandmother and Harold also showered her with warmth. So, in truth, Belinda felt profoundly blessed.


    She gave Mollie a nod, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, Mollie. I’m alright now, really. Honestly, it was oddly satisfying to watch you p Holley!”


    With that, a smile broke across her face.


    Mollie burst intoughter. “Good! Someone like Holley doesn’t deserve your time or tears. From now on, treat Holley and Baker like strangers. If they dare harass you again, just tell me, and I’ll take care of it.”


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