Chapter 1095



How could this be possible?

How could Belinda have not been infected?

A wave of crushing disappointment surged through Verena.

It wasn’t just disappointment—she also felt furious.

Damn it! Why was Belinda so lucky?

After everything, how had she managed to evade disaster once again?

Fate was far too kind to her!

Verena’s face darkened, the facade of feigned concern crumbling as her true emotions bled through.

But Belinda wasn’t done yet. Her smirk deepened, her voice saccharine as she delivered the final blow. “Oh, and one more thing—I have even better news for you.” She paused just long enough to make sure Verena was hanging onto her every word. “Lucas and I… we are together now.”

At those words, Verena felt something inside her snap.

Her heart seethed with resentment.

Why? Why was life so unfair to her?

She had done so much within her power to orchestrate Belinda’s downfall, and yet, here Belinda stood, unscathed and victorious.

Verena’s hands clenched into trembling fists, her nails digging into her palms.

But before Verena could say anything, Belinda’s expression shifted, growing cold.

gⱯlnσν𝓮ℓs․cóm is your escape Her voice dropped, a quiet yet unmistakable threat laced within her words. “Verena, let me make this crystal clear—Lucas is mine now. Stay away from him. If you don’t, I won’t hesitate to teach you a lesson.”

With a glance of sheer contempt, she added, “Now, take your things and leave!”

Before Verena could retort, Belinda turned on her heel and disappeared into the hospital room, shutting the door behind her with finality.

Verena glared at the closed door, her chest heaving with suppressed fury. It was only when she stumbled back to her car that she realized how numb she felt.

Sinking into the driver’s seat, she inhaled sharply, her hands shaking as she reached for her second phone and dialed a number.

“Hello.” A woman’s voice echoed from the other end.

Verena’s jaw tightened. “Belinda… she’s not infected with HIV.”

“What?” Kylee’s voice shifted instantly, her tone sharp and disbelieving.

Verena gritted her teeth. “I just saw her myself. She said it outright—her initial blood test was tampered with. She was never infected in the first place.” Her words dripped with barely concealed resentment.

Silence stretched on Kylee’s end of the line.

Kylee sat motionless in her car, her hands trembling. And then, without warning, tears began streaming down her face.

After what felt like an eternity, she lowered her gaze to the paper clutched in her hands—her own blood test results. It was fresh from the hospital. Under the HIV status column, a single word glared back at her…

It was positive!

Kylee had tested positive for HIV.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest, her breathing erratic. A wave of suffocating despair washed over her, threatening to drag her into an abyss. Just moments ago, she had clung to a single shred of solace: that even though she was doomed, at least she had taken Belinda down with her.

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