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.

impulsively step in and pull

deeply. She raised her eyes to meet Anthony’s, who sat at the head of the table. Her tone

aware of the true nature of our relationship. From the start, my hopes for this marriage were unrequited. Kristopher has

it’s clear to me. Kristopher isn’t incapable of

your

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


Clutching his chest, he instinctively stepped

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

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

his gaze turning icy as it locked onto Belinda, who stood some distance away. His voice was sharp with reproach. “I’ve told you before,

but she only thinks of

a moment, silence enveloped Belinda. She managed a strained smile. “I… I don’t deserve it,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. With a heavy sigh, she

“Anthony.”

at the head of the room. “Kristopher doesn’t love me. His affection for Miss Miller is

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