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Chapter 980

Chapter 980:
She stood by the door, waiting.
Forty minutes passed before Holley finally emerged.
Bethany instinctively shifted to the side, keeping herself hidden.
Unaware of Bethany’s presence, Holley walked straight ahead. It was clear that Holley had just taken a shower—her hair was damp, and she had changed into fresh clothes.
Bethany’s eyes followed her movements as Holley pulled open a cabinet, retrieving a black trash bag and a pair of gloves.
Then, without hesitation, she gathered all the clothes she had worn that day, including her underwear, and stuffed them into the bag. What shocked Bethany the most was the expression on Holley’s face, an unmistakable look of disgust.
It was as if she were handling something contaminated, something she couldn’t wait to get rid of.
Once the bag was tied shut, Holley picked it up and carried it outside.
Bethany trailed her silently.
She watched as Holley walked up to the large trash bin outside the house and tossed the bag in without a second thought. At that moment, Bethany was unable to describe her feelings.
Her heart ached for Belinda.
Bethany understood Holley’s fear—she was terrified that Belinda might have contracted HIV and could somehow pass it to her. She could understand this.
But if Holley was so afraid, why had she embraced Belinda earlier? Why had she spoken with such conviction, acting as though she truly didn’t care about being infected, only to take a shower and throw away the clothes she had worn around Belinda with visible disgust?
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It was beyond hypocritical. It was downright sickening.
At that moment, Bethany felt the urge to take back every thought she had entertained about Holley being a great mother.
Returning to Belinda’s room, Bethany had barely stepped inside when she heard a loud retching sound.
Bethany’s expression shifted instantly.
Without hesitation, she ran to the restroom door, gripping the knob to open it, but it was locked.
Panic shot through her veins as she pounded on the door. “Belinda! What’s wrong? Open the door!”
Belinda’s weak, breathless voice came from the other side. “I… I’m fine…”
Before she could finish, another violent wave of retching hit her.
Bethany’s anxiety deepened. Her voice trembled as she knocked on the door, desperation creeping in. “Belinda, are you really okay? Can you open the door?”
Inside, Belinda hunched over the toilet, her stomach twisting in agony as she vomited. The burning sensation clawed at her insides.
It wasn’t until her stomach was completely emptied that she mustered the strength to push herself upright.
The vomiting had left her utterly drained.
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