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    Sniffling, Faye took the tissues and wiped her face, nodding fervently. “I understand. I’m really sorry, Belinda. I will never do something like that again.”


    “Good. Let’s move past it,” Belinda said, her voice softening. “I am fine, so let’s not dwell on it.”


    Then, turning toward Lucas, she said, “Now that everyone’s here, you should really go and get some rest. You’ve been up all night.”


    Johnson jumped in immediately. “Belinda’s right, Lucas. We’ve got her now. Go catch a few hours of sleep.”


    Lucas hesitated, brows furrowed, clearly reluctant.


    Belinda touched his arm gently. “Lucas. Please. Go rest.”


    After a long pause, he finally nodded. “Alright.”


    Belinda turned to Vincent. “Would you drive him back to the hotel? Don’t let him drive himself.”


    Vincent replied, “Of course. Let’s go, Lucas.”


    Lucas leaned in just a little to whisper to Belinda, “I’ll be back as soon as I wake up.”


    Belinda smiled. “Alright.”


    Once Lucas and Vincent left, Johnson walked closer to the bed, lowering his voice. “So… what exactly happenedst night? Was it just an ident, or…”


    “It wasn’t an ident,” Belinda said, eyes downcast and stormy. “I was pushed off the mountain.”


    Bethany froze for a moment. Her expression darkened. “What? You were pushed?”


    Faye gasped, one hand flying to her mouth in shock. “How could that be?”


    Johnson asked with a serious expression, “Did you see who did it?”


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    Belinda shook her head slowly. “No. It all happened so fast. I didn’t even have time to react.”


    Bethany clenched her fists, fury brewing inside her. “Unbelievable! How could someone do something so awful?”


    Johnson fell into a brief, tense silence before offering a theory. “If I had to guess, I’d say it was an impulsive move—something unnned.”


    “That makes sense.” Catherine nodded thoughtfully. “No one would have known Miss Sandoval would head to the back mountainst night. The guards only discovered that after the fact, and they were the ones who alerted the manager, who then contacted us.”


    Faye said, “Who could it be? Could it be someone from the group of people looking for mest night?”


    Johnson stroked his chin, brainstorming. “Two possible culprits. One: a guard who followed her there. Two: someone already hiding in the woods.”


    Among their group, everyone knew each other well, so it couldn’t have been any of them.


    Besides, they were all paired upst night, except for Faye, who had fallen into a pit early on.


    So they didn’t suspect one another.


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