His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 405:

She clenched her jaw, and as if an idea had struck her, she said, “Aren’t you concerned about Mr. Clark’s opinion of you? From his response, it’s obvious he believed Verena when she claimed you pushed her down the stairs.”

At Kylee’s words, a brief, almost imperceptible flicker crossed Belinda’s eyes, a trace of self-mockery appearing.

Belinda knew she and Lucas were divorced now. Did his opinion of her really matter at this point?

“It doesn’t matter,” Belinda replied, unaffected.

Kylee became noticeably frustrated.

Before Kylee could respond, Belinda spoke calmly. “If you want to defend my name, go ahead and do it. If not, then keep quiet. There’s no need for further discussion about this. I have rounds to attend to. I need to leave now.” She then turned and walked away without a second thought.

Not once did her steps waver.

As Kylee watched Belinda walk away, she felt a mixture of rage and anxiety.

Did Belinda honestly not care about this at all?

Damn it!

She had hoped this would be her chance to secure her position in the hospital, but Belinda wouldn’t take the bait!

Thinking of this, Kylee retrieved her phone and opened a video from her gallery.

The video clearly captured Verena falling down the stairs by herself.

However, Kylee had no intention of showing Belinda the video.

Even if Belinda complied with her demands, she would only tell people she saw Verena fall by herself.noveldrama

She would not show anyone the video.

Whether anyone believed her words or not was irrelevant to her.

She secretly wished for Belinda’s reputation to be ruined — why would she genuinely help restore it?

The only reason she held onto the video was that she thought it might come in handy at some point.

With that thought, Kylee slid her phone back into her pocket and walked away.

In the private VIP ward at the Grand Plains General Hospital,

Verena smiled brightly as Lucas walked into the room. “Lucas,” she called out.

Lucas walked up to her bed and asked softly, “How are you feeling today?”

“My injuries don’t hurt as much now,” Verena answered.

Lucas sat beside her, his expression intense, and spoke with weight. “Verena, I’ll ask you again; are you absolutely certain Belinda pushed you down the stairs that day?”

Verena’s heart skipped a beat when she heard this.

Why was Lucas suddenly asking this again?

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