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    She pressed her lips together in thought, her eyes drifting to the rks seated across the table.


    Then, her gaze fell upon Belinda, and like lightning in a storm, an idea sparked.


    She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, then looked at Belinda with a warm smile. “Ms. Wright, I truly envy you.”


    Belinda turned toward her, brows gently lifting. “Envy me?”


    Zaria nodded. “Yes. You and Lucas have a deep bond, and Harold treats you like family. And though you were born out of wedlock, Car, your father’s wife, weed you to the family with kindness, never making things difficult for you. Isn’t that wonderful?”


    Her wordsnded like stones dropped into still water, rippling through the room.


    Aside from Belinda and Zaria, everyone else’s face darkened.


    “Zaria!” Tamara snapped, eyes zing with fury.


    It was clear she was very angry.


    Her anger stemmed not just from Zaria mentioning Belinda as a child born out of wedlock in front of the rk family.


    She was more angry at the fact that Zaria had mentioned Car’s name.


    Tamara opened her mouth, ready to unleash her wrath, but before the storm could break, a low groan of pain suddenly echoed through the room.


    “Ah…” Elwood’s face contorted in torment as though invisible ws were raking through his skull. He clutched his head, his knuckles white.


    “Elwood, what’s happening?” Tamara’s eyes widened, her face clouded with worry.


    “Elwood, is it that same awful headache again?” Nni’s voice trembled, startled by the scene.


    “Dad! Are you okay?” Zaria leapt from her seat, panic written across her face as she darted to his side, concern pooling in her eyes.


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    “Move!” Tamara stood up and shoved Zaria aside with force.


    Zaria staggered, her footing lost. She then stood there, sorrow etched on her face.


    The sudden scene left the rk family momentarily stunned.


    They exchanged uneasy nces, not knowing what to say.


    Meanwhile, Elwood remained in the throes of his pain, gripping his head. Cold sweat had already gathered across his brow.


    The agony bit so fiercely that he could only mp down on his lip, as though biting back the storm within.


    Momentster, he lifted his gaze to Zaria, his voice trembling like leaves in the wind. “Car… Who is she?”


    “She… She…” Zaria faltered, not daring to say more.


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