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Chapter 956

Chapter 956:
“I’m sorry, Belinda… I won’t deny that I played a part in the matter. But please, you have to believe me, I truly didn’t know anything beforehand. It wasn’t until after the accident that your father told me the truth. I was furious when I found out he orchestrated the accident! But he swore he only did it because he couldn’t stand seeing me suffer. He thought this was the only way to bring us back together. He did that for us.”
With the truth now exposed, Holley had no choice but to throw Baker under the bus.
After all, there was no solid proof tying her directly to the matter. Holley reached for Belinda’s hand, clutching it tightly.
“Belinda, I made a terrible mistake. I should have come clean the moment I found out. But I was afraid… afraid that you’d hate me even more. So I… I kept quiet.”
After hearing Holley’s explanation, Belinda felt nothing but more disappointment.
Now that everything was out in the open, Holley wasted no time shifting all the blame onto Baker, portraying herself as someone innocent.
Did Holley really think she would fall for that?
Belinda’s expression remained unreadable as she pulled her hand away and got to her feet.
“Mom, I think we both need some space to clear our heads.”
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked toward the door.
Panic flared in Holley’s voice as she called after her, “Belinda! Please, you have to believe me! I didn’t know anything about the matter with Minna, I swear!”
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Belinda hesitated, her steps faltering for the briefest second. Then, without looking back, she left.
Watching Belinda leave, Holley clenched her jaw, frustration surging through her.
How had everything spiraled even further out of control?
Once outside Vera Villas, Belinda climbed into her car and rolled down all the windows. She felt suffocated, her chest unbearably tight.
After sitting there for a while, she called Bethany and Johnson, asking them to meet her at the Dream Club for a drink.
After that, she started the car and drove off.
The moment Belinda stepped into the private room, she and Johnson grabbed their drinks and began downing them. Soon, they had emptied four glasses.
Bethany, watching them, quickly stepped in to intervene.
“Alright, that’s enough! You two can’t just sit here drinking yourselves numb; talk to me. What happened?”
Belinda remained silent.
Johnson was the first to break the quiet, his voice laced with frustration.
“Cathy is avoiding me. She refuses to see me, ignores my calls, and won’t even reply to my messages.” His tone carried an unmistakable note of resignation.
Belinda gently placed her wine glass down, exhaling softly.
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