Chapter 47:

“Anthony, please, don’t be too hard on Kristopher,” Belinda urged, stealing a glance at Kristopher’s somber expression. Her lips twitched into a faint smile. “He wasn’t just standing by; he was actively involved.”

Anthony’s expression softened slightly, though suspicion still clouded his gaze. “He was helping you?”

“He actually pushed me,” Belinda chuckled softly. “That push sent me crashing into the corner of the table, which landed me in the hospital later.”

At Belinda’s admission, Anthony, in a fit of rage, hurled a teacup onto the floor, right by Kristopher’s feet. Tea splashed across the floor, and porcelain shards scattered everywhere.

Gripping his chest, Anthony’s eyes widened with fury. “Belinda is your wife! And here you are, letting them torment her! Where’s your conscience? When you were bedridden and unresponsive, Belinda devoted herself to your care. Have you forgotten all her sacrifices? You ungrateful brat!”

Despite the severity of Anthony’s reprimand, Kristopher remained stoic, unaffected. He turned his head, brow furrowed, and gazed at Belinda.

“Wasn’t last night’s trouble enough for you? Why did you have to spin tales in front of Grandpa?” he asked.

injury, which had led him to impulsively step in and

raised her eyes to meet Anthony’s,

I know you favor me and oppose my divorce from Kristopher because you believe it’s for my own good. But you’re aware of the true nature of our relationship. From the start, my hopes for this marriage were unrequited. Kristopher

Miller is back, it’s clear to me. Kristopher

is your

and continued, “Anthony, I’ve decided to divorce Kristopher and put


fury, suddenly drained of color. Clutching his chest, he

of collapse. He quickly moved to steady him. “Stanley,

room, pulling several pills from a small bottle he always carried, quickly administering them to Anthony. “What happened? Why did Anthony

His voice was sharp with reproach. “I’ve told you before, don’t speak carelessly! You know

thinks of herself, completely

deserve it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. With a heavy sigh, she retreated

“Anthony.”

of your family in this life, I promise to repay your kindness in the next.” Rising, she faced the elderly man seated at the head of the room. “Kristopher doesn’t love me. His affection for Miss Miller is splashed across every newspaper. I have my pride, and I cannot stand idly by while my husband is involved with

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