Chapter 978



Upon absorbing Gordon’s statement, Lucas couldn’t suppress a cold chuckle. His expression darkened. “He chose to withhold knowledge of a highly transmissible disease, afraid the surgeons would refuse to treat his brother. Yet, his reckless decision ultimately jeopardized Belinda’s health. What a ‘noble’ act!”

His voice was hoarse, every syllable laced with barely contained wrath.

After a long pause, Lucas continued, “Beat him up! See if you can extract any additional information from him. Moreover, scrutinize him and his brother thoroughly. Probe every corner of their lives for anything suspicious.”

Gordon narrowed his gaze slightly. “Mr. Clark, do you suspect this matter might have been premeditated? A deliberate scheme?”

“We will ascertain the truth after we investigate,” Lucas replied in a low voice.

Gordon refrained from pursuing the matter further, his trust in Lucas’ judgment absolute, and promptly responded, “I will make the arrangements immediately.”

After the call ended, Lucas’ thoughts remained tumultuous.

He was angry, anxious, and scared all at once.

The anger inside him had escalated to such an extent that if he didn’t find a way to release it soon, he felt as though he might explode.

With that thought, he abruptly swerved the vehicle around with a screech of tires and sped toward the location where Brent was being detained.

He intended to deal with him in person.

At Belinda’s residence, Despite declaring her desire to rest, Belinda lay motionless in bed, her eyes shut but her mind racing relentlessly.

Her thoughts were consumed with the terrifying symptoms of HIV and the harrowing tales she had heard regarding the condition.

Her head reeled, her heart pounding, and for a fleeting moment, she struggled to discern whether her discomfort stemmed from her fear or the adverse reactions to the medication.

Just then, with a loud bang, the door to her room was suddenly flung open.

“Belinda!”

When Belinda recognized the voice, her eyelids flew open in shock, and she bolted upright. She saw Kenia, Holley, and Sarai assembled in the doorway, their faces etched with worry.

“Belinda!” Holley dashed over and enveloped Belinda in a firm embrace.

Belinda stiffened momentarily.

She reached out and gently pushed Holley away. “Mom, don’t hug me. I’m not sure if I’ve been infected. What if…”

Holley cast her a stern glare. “There is no ‘what if’! You will be fine! Besides, I’m your mother! Would I ever shun you or let fear keep me away from you? And I can’t be infected through mere contact or air. There’s nothing to fear.”

Her tone exuded unwavering certainty.

Belinda gazed at Holley, her eyes flickering with emotion.

She could not deny that, in this instant, she was moved.

Her mind drifted to childhood memories when Holley had tenderly cared for her during bouts of illness, soothing her fears with gentle words.

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