Chapter 295:

Despite Cathy’s upbeat tone, Kristopher could detect a hint of fatigue, a subtle weariness that caught his attention.

Frowning slightly, he glanced at the wall clock.

It was six o’clock in the morning. Normally, even if Cathy weren’t asleep, she would have just woken up. So why was she calling at this hour?

He stood up, his curiosity getting the better of him. Walking towards the door, he asked softly, “Cathy, when did you wake up?”

In the kitchen, Belinda emerged, carrying a steaming bowl of hand-pulled noodles, ready to place it on the dining table. But Kristopher’s voice gave her pause. “Why don’t you sleep a bit longer? You have several shoots today, and aren’t you worried about not being in good condition?”

His voice was filled with concern, a tenderness that Belinda hadn’t expected. But as his footsteps faded into the distance, the mention of a shoot made it clear who was on the other end of the line.

froze, the bowl in her hands suddenly feeling heavy. Her body stiffened as the realization hit her. With Marc’s usual efficiency, she was sure he had already uncovered who had orchestrated the events of last night against Fred. Now that Marc had arrived with the documents, Kristopher must have pieced together everything—from the scheme

had arranged had nearly cost both Belinda and Kristopher their lives. And yet, Kristopher’s voice remained gentle when addressing her, as if he didn’t take

Cathy run so deep that he refused to believe she could

“Mrs. Cox?”

She placed the noodle bowl on the table and exhaled, pushing aside her turbulent thoughts. “Of course,”

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brightened. “Then thank you, Mrs.


Kristopher still stood in the yard, smiling as he continued

smiled awkwardly. “I apologize, Miss Nelson—it’s

habits need to

in the kitchen. Regardless of everything, Kristopher had been injured the previous night trying to save her and Fred. She owed

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