Chapter 1914
Chapter1914
But after Tunny’s death, Gretchen twisted the story. She claimed that because Belinda had asked Kylee to adopt the stray and Kylee refused, Belinda had grown angry. Gretchen insisted that Belinda had killed Tunny so that the stray cat might have a chance at adoption.
No matter how desperately Belinda pleaded her innocence, Lyle and Mitchell refused to hear her out and placed the blame of Tunny’s death squarely on her shoulders.
“Belinda, I’m truly sorry… Back then, Mitchell and I shouldn’t have been so stubborn, blindly believing Kylee without even listening to you,” Lyle admitted, his voice low and thick with guilt, pulling Belinda out of her thoughts.
Mitchell quickly added, “Belinda, we’re really sorry! We never should’ve trusted Kylee so completely and… and we never should’ve done something that bad to you.”
At Mitchell’s words, Belinda’s expression shifted, her breathing growing sharp and uneven.
Back then, after the incident, Lyle and Mitchell had locked her in the dark attic of the Happer family mansion for an entire day. No matter how she screamed, no matter how she cried, not a single soul came to free her.
The cruelest part was…
When she was finally released from the attic, Mitchell coldly informed her that he had already sent someone to drive the stray cat away.
The kitten was so tiny, so frail—abandoned outside with no food, left to either survive by a miracle or perish.
The moment she heard the news, Belinda’s heart shattered. She ran outside at once to search for the kitten, but no matter how desperately she looked, she was unable to find it.
In the end, she had no choice but to give up, clinging only to the faint hope that some kind-hearted stranger might have taken it in.
At that time, Belinda had been on the very brink of collapse.
It was then that she realized just how naive she had been. She had foolishly believed she had people who truly accepted her, that she belonged in a family.
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But reality struck cruelly; it had all been nothing more than a daydream.
They had probably only been polite on the surface, and she had been stupid enough to mistake courtesy for acceptance.
If they had ever truly considered her family, they wouldn’t have ignored her desperate explanations, nor would they have punished her so mercilessly.
Perhaps it was her deep hunger for belonging that had made her cling so blindly to the hope of being accepted.
Mitchell continued, “Belinda, we really are sorry for how we treated you back then. It was our fault.” It had been his idea to lock her in that attic.
Before Belinda could respond, he added quickly, “I have a video here. Watch it.”
With that, he pulled out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and set it down in front of her.
Belinda lowered her eyes and looked at the screen.
The very first sound Belinda heard was a soft, tender sound from a kitten.
She blinked in surprise, startled for a moment, then kept watching.
Soon, a small, fluffy kitten appeared on the screen, letting out two cries at the camera. It stretched out a tiny paw, batting curiously toward the lens, before flopping onto the floor and rolling over, exposing its little belly in a plea for attention.
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