Chapter 962



With that, he exited the office.

At noon, Lucas picked up Belinda from the Grand Plains General Hospital and took her to The Harlequin Eats for lunch.

During their meal, as they sat across from each other at a small table adorned with fresh flowers, Lucas suddenly said, “Belinda, what exactly happened yesterday? Will you tell me?”

Belinda’s sudden melancholy the night before couldn’t be without reason. And Johnson’s abrupt remark about Holley possibly not being her biological mother—it wasn’t a thought that had materialized out of nowhere.

Something significant must have transpired.

Belinda’s hand faltered slightly. A few seconds of silence passed before she finally spoke.

“Last night… I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I confronted Holley about the car accident. When Holley heard you had found out that the driver had had a secret meeting with Baker’s assistant before, she had no choice but to admit her involvement…”

Upon hearing Belinda’s words, Lucas grasped the situation instantly.

In truth, the only lead he had uncovered about the driver was just that single clue. There was no substantial evidence linking the car incident to either Baker or Holley.

So, Belinda had been clinging to a fragile glimmer of hope before, convinced that there were indeed no ties between Holley and the car accident. However, after listening to Holley’s own confession last night, that delicate hope she had nurtured crumbled entirely.

“And she actually claimed that she had no prior knowledge of it! That it was all Baker’s doing and she only found out about it after the car accident. How absurd!” Belinda said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Lucas couldn’t help but sneer, finding Holley’s words utterly ridiculous. After a pause, Lucas said, “So far, my people haven’t discovered anything unusual from your childhood. Given how much time has passed, most traces have been erased, making the investigation incredibly challenging.”

Belinda remained silent, her gaze cast downward, her entire demeanor weighed down by an invisible sorrow.

“Lucas… Do you also think the hormones I was given as a child have anything to do with my mother?” Belinda asked.

Lucas hesitated for a moment before replying, “Do you want the truth or a comforting lie?”

Belinda was rendered speechless. There was no need for her to ask anymore; she already knew his answer now. Her heart felt increasingly burdened.

Seeing Belinda like this, Lucas let out an internal sigh and deftly shifted the conversation.

“Gordon provided me with some intriguing intel today concerning Rhys.”

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