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.

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to interfere with your life. I just think that getting a high school diploma will be better for you

intelligent since she was a child. Despite always doing strange and unusual things and rarely speaking

possessed medical skills

Lily’s exceptional intelligence had robbed her of the carefree joys of childhood, which was why she

wouldn’t look down on

was holding the apple. She pursed her red lips

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

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nonchalantly. “I just know he left before I was even born. If the lanew

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

Belinda’s gaze, her eyes deep and

known. She knew that Lily was secretly searching for her father. Lily might not have said

was too smart to believe her father’s disappearance was without cause, Belinda longed to tell Lily the truth, but the weight of unspoken secrets kept

washed over Belinda, and she drifted off to

into her pockets for warmth, she gazrd out at the murky sky, her clear

cold

solely driven by her desire to investigate Jason’s death or fulfill her grandmother’s wish to attend school. Her