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Despite Cathy's upbeat tone, Kristopher could detect a hint of fatigue, a subtle weariness that caught his
attention.
Frowning slightly, he glanced at the wall clock.
It was six o'clock in the morning. Normally, even if Cathy weren't asleep, she would have just woken up. So why
was she calling at this hour?
He stood up, his curiosity getting the better of him. Walking towards the door, he asked softly, “Cathy, when did
you wake up?”
In the kitchen, Belinda emerged, carrying a steaming bow! of hand-pulled noodles, ready to place it on the dining
table. But Kristopher’s voice gave her pause. “Why don’t you sleep a bit longer? You have several shoots today,
and aren’t you worried about not being in good condition?”
His voice was filled with concern, a tenderness that Belinda hadn’t expected. But as his footsteps faded into the
distance, the mention of a shoot made it clear who was on the other end of the line.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBelinda froze, the bowl in her hands suddenly feeling heavy. Her body stiffened as the realization hit her. With
Marc's usual efficiency, she was sure he had already uncovered who had orchestrated the events of last night
against Fred. Now that Marc had arrived with the documents, Kristopher must have pieced together everything—
from the schto the people involved—and traced it all back to Cathy.
The people she had arranged had nearly cost both Belinda and Kristopher their lives. And yet, Kristopher’s voice
remained gentle when addressing her, as if he didn’t take her actions seriously at all.
Was Kristopher’s love for Cathy run so deep that he refused to believe she could have nearly killed him?
“Mrs. Cox?"
Marc's voice snapped Belinda from her thoughts. She placed the noodle bowl! on the table and exhaled, pushing
aside her turbulent thoughts. “Of course,” she replied, nodding. “I guessed you haven't eaten yet so early.”
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Marc's face brightened. “Then thank you, Mrs. Cox!”
Belinda frowned as her gaze drifted toward the window, where Kristopher still stood in the yard, smiling as he
continued his call. “Don’t callMrs. Cox,” she said flatly. “Kristopher and | are already divorced.”
Marc smiled awkwardly. “I apologize, Miss Nelson—it’s just a habit.”
“Even habits need to change.”
Belinda withdrew her gaze and returned to her tasks in the kitchen. Regardless of everything, Kristopher had
been injured the previous night trying to save her and Fred. She owed him, and there were still matters to attend
to.
Outside in the villa’s yard, Kristopher frowned as he clutched his phone, his tone flat. “How did you know there
were fatalities in last night's car accident?”
Cathy’s voice brimmed with certainty. “I read about it online. Someone said they saw a hearse take away two
bodies from the beach last night.” She sighed, her voice faint with regret. “I don’t know if their identities have
been confirmed yet. If their families know... they must be heartbroken. What were their last thoughts as they
were hit and died on that beach?”
Belinda fell silent for a moment, sorrow washing over her, then she continued slowly, “Kristopher, do you
remember four years ago? My sister Joyce... she had an accident at night too, and no one was there to save her.
That's why she didn’t make it through until dawn and passed away... | don’t know if it's because”
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