My Substitute Wife Is a Bigwig (Lily and Loid)

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hapter 31

Lold and his companions were meeting Belinda for the first time, so there was a sense of unfamiliarity in the air. Sensing Belinda’s unease, they didn’t linger and left the space for Lily and Belinda to talk privately.

Once Loid and the others had left, Belinda reached out and took Lily’s hand, her face filled with affection. “How have you been doing there? Have you gotten used to it?”

“I’m fine,” Lily replied, casually picking up an apple and peeling it slowly.

However, her eyes remained downcast, and her expression was devoid of any emotion.

Belinda patted her hand and sighed softly: “I know you don’t like your mother, and I don’t either. But she’s still your biological mother. There are some things you just have to let FOOL”

Lily remained silent, quietly peeling the apple.

“Have you made arrangements for school? Belinda asked, sensing Lily’s reluctance to discuss the topic further.

Lily nodded. “Ember

I don’t want to interfere with your life. I just think that getting a high school diploma

unusual things and rarely speaking her mind, Lily had

herself medicine, Lily possessed medical skills that even surpassed those of highly

of childhood, which was why she wanted Lily to attend high

least then, people wouldn’t look down on her for not having

at Belinda while she was holding the apple. She pursed her red lips as she asked, “You once said that my father disappeared after coming to

Belinda’s face. “Why are you asking about this all

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left before I was even

already considered the worst. Lily, don’t mention your father again. Just focus on your studies and

her eyes deep and unwavering “Tunderstand,” she

tell her what she had long known. She knew that Lily was secretly searching for her father. Lily might not have said anything, but this matter was a constant weight on

tell Lily the truth, but the weight of unspoken secrets kept her tongue–ried. A heavy silence descended upon

apple, drowsiness washed over Belinda, and she drifted

window. Tucking her hands into her pockets

cold

grandmother’s wish to attend school. Her