NovelGoldChapter 73:
Watching the couple before her, Belinda felt that she should feel sadness or anger.
Yet, having long abandoned any expectations of Kristopher, she now experienced only a profound numbness.
“Kristopher...”
Cathy, after a spell of tears and realizing Belinda had no intention of apologizing, feigned recovery. Nestled in
Kristopher’s embrace, she wept.
“Please don’t be harsh on Miss Nelson. Who would willingly confess and apologize for their faults?”
Her eyes, filled with a sorrowful plea, turned toward Belinda. “Miss Nelson, | know you've always misunderstood
me, but there's truly nothing going on between Kristopher and me...” As she spoke, she edged even closer to
Kristopher.
Belinda scoffed, her gaze heavy with scorn as she eyed Cathy. “Miss Miller, you're wrapped in the arms of my
still-husband, and yet you claim I've misunderstood you, that there's nothing between you?” The irony of the
situation was stark.
Cathy’s complexion blanched under Belinda’s cutting words. She hastily disentangled herself from Kristopher,
tears welling up once more.
“Miss Nelson, please don’t think that way. Kristopher and I...”
“I regard Cathy merely as a sister,” Kristopher interjected, a trace of irritation visible in his demeanor. “Belinda,
you're letting your fears get the better of you.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I no longer care about your relationship,” Belinda replied, massaging her temples. Her weary eyes lifted to meet
Kristopher’s gaze. “Just make sure you're at the court tomorrow morning to finalize our divorce.”
She turned toward the door, her steps firm and decisive. Pausing with her hand on the doorknob, Belinda looked
back.
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“By the way, the racetrack has surveillance cameras. I'd check the footage if | were you. See for yourself
whether | intentionally slowed down to set up your Miss Miller, or if she actually sped up and swerved out of her
lane to hit me. And remember, the 500 million needs to be transferred to my account.”
Cathy, who had been silently fuming, couldn’t contain her outrage any longer as Belinda exited. Left in the room,
she burst out to Kristopher, “How can she accuseof such a thing? Why would | purposely crash into her? It
makes no sense! She's just sore about losing and tried to cause a crash herself. Oh, it makes my stomach turn
with anger...”
Cathy’s mention of her stomach pain caused Belinda to feel a strange pang in her own stomach.
A few minutes later, Belinda returned to her room on the second floor via the elevator, finding only Madisyn
there, waiting for her.
“Allen had to rush off. Something urgent cup with his family,” Madisyn explained quickly as she approached
Belinda. She grasped Belinda’s hand with a look of concern. “How did everything go? | hope those jerks didn’t
trouble you too much?”
Belinda shook her head. “Kristopher insisted that | apologize to Cathy.”
“Apologize?!” Madisyn’s expression morphed into one of disbelief. “Cathy was the one who sped up and hit you,
and that fool Kristopher wants you to apologize? He really thinks he can walk all over you!”
Belinda shut the door behind her and began to change out of her racing gear into the casual outfit Madisyn had
brought. A slight smile crossed her face. “I was always too accommodating with him.”
For the last three years, to keep Kristopher from embarrassment and to uphold the image of a graceful, dignified
socialite, she had habitually accepted the bland offered apologies with a smile, regardless of the
circumstances.
Her continual yielding probably led Kristopher to devalue her apologies, believing she would comply with
whatever he demanded.
“Belinda...”
Madisyn’s expression turned stern. “You didn’t really apologize to Cathy, did you?”
“No.”
Belinda, having changed into her casual clothes, stuffed her racing suit into her bag. “I'm not that old Belinda
anymore.”
Madisyn exhaled a sigh of relief. “That's the attitude!”
She was cut off mid-sentence as Belinda’s phone rang.
The caller was Marlene from Peace Hospital.
Typically, Marlene texted because Belinda preferred to keep her health issues confidential. A call instead of a text
signaled something critical.
Belinda’s brow furrowed. She signaled to Madisyn with a hand gesture and retreated to the stairwell to take the
call. “Dr. Reid?”
“Miss Nelson,” Marlene’s anxious voice cthrough. “The man trying to purchase your medication has just
called. He's planning to administer the drug to his girlfriend without delay. He's asking if you've prepared the
500 million and is requesting a meeting.”
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