Chapter 1820

“Of course I am their daughter! What are you getting at?”

She tried to look outraged, her eyes flashing with wounded innocence, but her fingers twitched at her sides. She was rattled.

What did Belinda know?

She had to know something.

Otherwise, why would she say that?

A creeping unease slithered up Kylee’s spine.

Belinda’s smile spread wider, her eyes glinting with quiet triumph.

“No need to get so flustered. The angrier you get, the more you look like you are hiding something.”

Kylee’s teeth ground together.

“I do not have time for this nonsense,” she hissed.

“Just stay away from my parents. Saving my mother does not make you some savior to my family. Do not get any ideas.”

With that, she stormed off, never once glancing back. Belinda watched her retreat with a narrowed gaze, her eyes sharp.

What was Kylee’s real reason for coming here?

Was she just here to issue a warning, to keep her away from Carola and Elwood?

Or was it to flaunt her claim to them—to declare herself as their daughter before anyone else could question it?

In fact, Belinda was right.

Kylee had come to remind her of her place, to boast, and to keep her at arm’s length from Carola and Elwood.

Because Kylee knew the truth about Belinda’s parentage was a ticking time bomb.

Once it exploded, it would not just destroy her carefully curated identity; it would blow up everything her family had built. The only real solution was to keep Belinda as far away from Carola and Elwood as possible, denying her any chance to get close to them.

But Kylee had not expected Belinda to say something like that.

Those words—what did they mean?

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How much did Belinda really know?

The questions gnawed at Kylee as she strode into the parking lot.

She slid into her car, hands trembling ever so slightly as she pulled out her phone. Without hesitation, she dialed a number.

“Hello? What is it, Kylee?” Baker’s voice came through the phone, low and steady.

The moment she heard him, Kylee’s words tumbled out in a rush.

“Dad, I went to see Belinda today. I told her to stay away from Carola and Elwood, but she refused. She even snapped at me. And then… she asked me if I was really Carola and Elwood’s daughter. What was that supposed to mean? Do you think she knows something?”

Her stomach clenched as she waited for his answer. The more she spoke, the more her fear grew.

“Kylee, stay calm,” Baker said, his tone reassuring.

“There is no way Belinda knows anything. She is just throwing words around to rattle you. Do not let it get to your head.”

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