Chapter 1811

Sarai’s past actions had hurt her, and Kenia felt it wasn’t her place to offer forgiveness on her behalf.

But Kenia’s words didn’t mean she didn’t want to forgive Sarai—she just wouldn’t say it.

Kenia would never admit to wanting reconciliation if she thought it might feel like a betrayal to Belinda.

Belinda’s gaze dropped, her heart swirling with mixed emotions. Noticing her silence, Kenia turned to her, her expression conflicted. “Belinda,”

Before Kenia could finish speaking, Belinda gently cut her off, saying, “Grandma, you don’t have to explain. I get it.” As she spoke, she forced a smile.

Kenia opened her mouth to say something, but Belinda continued, “It’s late, Grandma. You should rest. I’ll let you sleep. Goodnight.”

With that, she stood, turned, and slipped out of the room.

Kenia watched her leave, her face a mix of emotions.

In the end, she let out a heavy sigh, her heart weighed down.

Instead of heading to her bedroom with Lucas, Belinda stepped onto the small balcony nearby, needing the cool night air to clear her mind.

She lingered there for half an hour before finally returning to the bedroom.

The moment Lucas saw her, he sensed the shift in her mood. Rising from his chair, he approached her, his voice soft. “What’s wrong?”

Belinda shook her head, her spirits low. “It’s nothing major, just…” She trailed off, struggling to put her tangled emotions into words.

Lucas understood her without her needing to say more. Taking her hand, he guided her to the sofa. As they sat, he spoke in a low, steady tone. “Let Sarai stay.”

Belinda looked at him, her brow creasing slightly.

Lucas’ lips pressed into a thin line before he continued, “She came back after that mysterious call from an unlisted number. That’s no coincidence—she has her agenda for returning. Driving her away risks turning her into a wildcard we can’t track. Better to keep her close, where we can figure out what she’s really up to.”

He paused, then added, “Plus, this way, it won’t put Kenia in a dilemma.”

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Belinda’s gaze dropped as she mulled over his words.

She had to admit that he had a point.

After a moment, she nodded. “Okay, we’ll let Sarai stay. Let’s find out what she’s planning.”

Her voice was firm, but her heart felt heavy.

Sarai had once been like a sister to her, but now, she had to be on guard around her.

When had Sarai changed so much?

Her thoughts drifted to her family—her parents, and now Sarai—all of whom had hurt or betrayed her.

Belinda’s mind spiraled, a quiet doubt gnawing at her. Was she the problem?

Why else would her own family treat her this way?

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