Chapter 1877
Holley, however, was unsettled by her mother’s odd reaction.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, “Mom, what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking me that?”
“Nothing, just a passing thought,” Kenia replied, her tone flat. She had no plans to push further into the subject.
After all, she had promised Belinda to keep that matter a secret.
Holley clenched her teeth in silence. She knew her mother too well; Kenia was definitely hiding something.
But whatever it was, she clearly had no intention of revealing it. What was happening? Had Kenia discovered something? Was that why she asked her that so suddenly?
And if so—what exactly did she know?
Holley couldn’t be sure.
Still, after a brief moment of reflection, she forced herself to let it go.
She hadn’t come here to dig at that; she had come with far more pressing intentions.
Everything else would have to wait.
After her afternoon nap, Belinda descended the stairs and immediately noticed Holley was still here. A faint frown touched her face.
“Why are you still here?” she asked bluntly.
Holley explained quickly, “I… I missed your grandmother, so I wanted to spend a little more time with her.”
She hesitated, then added in a tone tinged with pleading, “Belinda, please, let me stay just a bit longer—an hour at most. Then I’ll leave.”
Belinda gave no reply.
Just then, Margie entered as Belinda settled onto the sofa. She carried a glass of juice and set it down in front of Belinda. It was a habit of Belinda’s—whenever she was at home, she always drank a glass of juice after her nap.
Belinda lifted the glass and took a few unhurried sips.
In no time, half the glass was gone.
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At that sight, Holley’s eyes lit up instantly. She had succeeded.
At that moment, Holley was brimming with a giddy excitement she could hardly put into words.
The thought of Belinda sipping the juice she had laced—and the triumph of her scheme—made her face glow with unrestrained joy.
Now, Belinda was truly finished!
Even if Carola discovered that Belinda was her real daughter and the two were reunited, what difference would it make?
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