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    Tamara quickly stepped in, her voice sharp and final. “No one! She has nothing to do with you! Elwood, stop thinking about that name.”


    “No!” Elwood’s voice cracked with desperation. His bloodshot eyes locked onto Zaria’s. “Tell me! Who is she?”


    The mention of Car’s name hung in the air like a thunderp. Elwood’s reaction made the entire rk family nce at one another, confusion blooming in their eyes.


    Belinda’s and Lucas’s gazes met again, unspoken thoughts dancing between them.


    “Speak!” Elwood’smand came out as a shout, raw and forceful.


    Zaria recoiled, her body trembling. She swallowed hard and stammered, “I-I don’t know, Dad… I’ve only met Car twice. We’re not close. All I know is that she’s Mr. Baker Wright’s wife.”


    Elwood’s face drained of color. He inhaled shakily, each breath weighted with disbelief. “Wife? Car… She’s married? Ahh—my head… It hurts so much!”


    He clutched his head, and his features twisted in agony again.


    “What’s happening to him?” Harold, rmed by the sight, asked, worried.


    “It’s an old ailment. These headaches ur now and then,” Tamara exined.


    Belinda rose from her chair, decisive. “Let me massage his head. It might help ease the pain.”


    Tamara nodded quickly, hope shing in her eyes. “Yes, please. Go ahead.”


    Belinda stepped to Elwood’s side and gently pulled his hands away from his head. She then pressed her fingers to his temples, starting to massage.


    Though Elwood’s eyes stayed shut, his expression slowly began to soften.


    With a healer’s focus, Belinda moved from his temples to the crown of his head, working as if untangling knots in invisible thread.


    Ten minutes slipped by, and gradually, color returned to Elwood’s face. His eyes blinked open. “I feel alright now. The headache’s gone. Thank you, Dr. Wright.”


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    Belinda stepped back, her expressionposed but serious. “Mr. Wright, this is the second time I’ve seen your headaches strike, and this one hit harder than thest. You should go to our hospital and see a neurologist. You need to find the root of this.”


    However, as soon as Belinda finished speaking, Tamara immediately interjected, “That won’t be necessary!”


    The moment Tamara spoke, every head turned in her direction.


    Tamara realized, a beat toote, that her reaction had been a touch too dramatic. Caught off guard, she hesitated briefly beforeposing herself and offering an exnation.


    “Oh, it’s just that Elwood has struggled with headaches for quite some time. He’s already undergone several examinations at the hospital.”


    Belinda remained calm, her voice steady and professional. “Headaches, especially chronic ones, should never be taken lightly. Even though the Grand ins General Hospital may be more widely known for its Cardiac Surgery Department, its Neurology teamprises several highly respected experts. Since Mr. Wright is now in Owathe, it might be wise for him to go and have a check-up.”


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