Chapter 1879
“Holley, are you certain that I’m truly yours and Baker’s child?”
Her question made Holley’s heart pound like a frantic drumbeat. It took everything in her not to lose control on the spot.
Struggling to bury her panic, she forced a laugh.
“O-of course you are! Why are you saying this all of a sudden?”
Belinda lifted the glass once more, holding it delicately in her hand. She swirled the juice in slow circles, then turned her eyes back to Holley.
“Then… would you care to try my juice?”
Of course, Holley didn’t dare taste it!
She knew exactly what she had put in the juice.
Forcing a smile, she waved her hand nervously.
“N-no, there’s no need for that. You’ve already had some…”
Belinda gave a light shrug.
“And what if I have? Aren’t you my mother? You won’t even drink from the same glass your own child has sipped? Doesn’t that seem the slightest bit strange?”
Holley’s face stiffened once more.
Before she could even reply, Belinda continued, “If you don’t want to drink it, then so be it.”
With that, she clapped her hands twice. Instantly, two bodyguards dressed in black emerged from upstairs. Holley’s heart skipped a beat when she saw that, her face draining of color. Instinctively, she stumbled a step back. The men closed in on her, each gripping one of her arms to restrain her.
“What are you doing? What are you going to do to me? Let me go!” Holley shrieked, thrashing wildly against them.
But how could her frail strength possibly fight against two towering men?
She turned her panicked eyes to Belinda, swallowed hard, and stammered in a trembling voice, “Belinda, w-what are you doing?”
Belinda only let out a light chuckle, offering no answer.
At that moment, Margie entered the room, carrying a glass of juice identical to the one Belinda had just been drinking. Holley’s pupils widened in horror, her face turning deathly pale. In an instant, she understood everything.
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The glass Belinda had drunk from wasn’t the one she had spiked.
Margie was holding the one she had spiked now.
Belinda rose gracefully from the sofa, took the glass from Margie’s hand, and began to walk slowly toward Holley.
Watching her approach, Holley thrashed even harder, desperation twisting her face.
“Let me go! Release me now!” she cried out, struggling so violently that her face turned crimson.
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