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.

to impulsively step in and pull her away. Unexpectedly, Belinda

to meet Anthony’s, who

believe it’s for my own good. But you’re aware of the true nature of our relationship. From the start, my hopes

to me. Kristopher isn’t incapable

your story

breath and continued, “Anthony, I’ve decided to divorce Kristopher and put an end to this profoundly broken marriage. I seek your blessing and


of color. Clutching his chest, he instinctively stepped

called out urgently, spotting Anthony teetering on the edge of collapse. He quickly moved to steady him.

pulling several pills from a small bottle he always carried, quickly administering them

distance away. His voice was sharp with reproach. “I’ve told you before, don’t speak

only thinks of herself, completely disregarding his health! Do you even deserve the love and care Grandpa has

I don’t deserve it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. With a heavy sigh, she retreated a

“Anthony.”

head low in respect. “I will never forget the kindness you’ve shown me. Though I may not continue as part 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 another woman. Life is fleeting, and I’ve already spent too many years on Kristopher. I refuse to

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