His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175:

After a few rounds of drinks and casual conversation, the gathering eventually wound down, and everyone left

for their homes.

In the car on the way back, Belinda and Lucas sat in silence, the hum of the engine filling the space between

them.

It wasn’t until Lucas pulled into the driveway of their place and switched off the ignition with a soft click that he

turned to Belinda. “Belinda, you've been quiet the whole ride. Are you still thinking about the matter of Holley

and Baker?”

At his words, Belinda’s gaze flicked up to meet his. “Lucas, do you ever wonder... if | might not actually be

Baker's daughter?”

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Lucas’ mouth pressed into a thin line for a moment before he responded evenly, “My opinion doesn’t change

anything. What matters is what you think.”

Belinda went quiet again.

What did she think?

Truthfully, she had no clue.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess now.

Part of her was questioning whether she was truly Holley’s biological child, wondering if someone could've

tampered with that first DNA test.

Another part of her doubted her connection to Baker...

She felt completely lost.

“How about we run another set of paternity tests?” Lucas’ voice cut through the silence.

Belinda lifted her eyes to his.

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Lucas’ tone was calm but firm. “We'll use a different lab this time. Get new tests done—for you with Holley, and

with Baker, too. Then we'll know for sure.”

It was obvious Darren's earlier comments had planted a seed of doubt in him, making him question the reliability

of the DNA test before. After a heavy pause, Belinda replied, “Alright.”

Lucas reached over, gently taking her hand in his and squeezing it reassuringly. “Belinda, whatever happens, I've

got your back. You don’t need to be scared.”

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“Okay,” Belinda said, nodding with conviction, her eyes locking onto his, full of trust.

After a while, they stepped out of the car and headed inside.

Belinda turned to Margie and asked, “Margie, how's my grandmother doing today?”

Margie let out a faint sigh. “Not so great, I'm afraid.”

Belinda’s expression tightened with worry. “What's wrong?” she asked.

Margie said, “Your mom stopped by the house multiple times today. But your grandmother instructed us to keep

her out. She stood there, rapping on the door for ages, hoping we'd let her in. When we didn’t budge, she

eventually had to walk away. Not long after, though, she cback and started knocking again. Your

grandmother never gave in and refused to let her inside, but I could see it really shook her up. At dinner, she

hardly touched her food—said she wasn’t hungry—and then retreated to her room to rest.”