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    Georgie frowned, her brow drawing tight. “What do you mean?”


    Faye bit her lip, her voice dropping to a hush. “It’s really nothing. Belinda came to see me the other day. She asked me to keep my distance from Uncle Lucas… I mean, I guess I understand. She wasn’t wrong.”


    Despite what she said, her tone was undeniably dejected.


    Georgie’s expression darkened like a thundercloud rolling in. “What? When did this happen? That’s absolutely outrageous!”


    She drew in a sharp breath and straightened. “Don’t worry about this, Faye. You just focus on your work. Leave the rest to me.”


    Faye grew anxious and quickly said, “Mom, what are you going to do? Please, don’t go confront Lucas or Belinda! This has nothing to do with them; it’s all my fault.”


    But Georgie was already turning away, her voice firm. “I’ll handle this. Don’t worry.”


    Watching Georgie’s retreating figure, Faye couldn’t help but feel a wave of worry wash over her.


    Grand ins General Hospital.


    Belinda hadn’t expected to see Georgie show up at the hospital to see her.


    “Georgie,” she greeted, her tone polite. “Is there something I can help you with?”


    She addressed Georgie the way she always had in the past.


    But Georgie let out a sharp, mockingugh. “Georgie? Really? Ms. Wright, you and Lucas have been divorced for some time now. You don’t get to address me like that.”


    When Belinda heard those pointed words, her eyes darkened. The realization crystallized in her mind—Georgie hadn’t arrived bearing any friendly intentions whatsoever.


    Since that part was clear, Belinda wasn’t about to waste her kindness on someone like her.


    Her voice turned cold as she responded, “Very well then, Mrs. Sandoval, why are you here to see me?”


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    Witnessing how effortlessly Belinda shifted her demeanor, disying not even the faintest trace of wounded feelings or mortification across her features, Georgie felt a violent surge of indignation course through her veins.


    But she didn’t forget the main reason she hade to see Belinda today. She said, “I want Faye to live with Lucas. Do you have a problem with that?”


    “Yes.” Belinda made no attempt to conceal her stance regarding the matter. Since Georgie had posed the question with such brutal frankness, she reciprocated with equal honesty.


    Her straightforward response left Georgie momentarily speechless.


    Drawing a steadying breath into her lungs, Georgie said, “Why? What exactly is there for you to be unhappy about? They share the bond of uncle and niece. What could possibly be inappropriate about a niece living with her uncle?”


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