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

Chapter 744

Chapter 744:

That evening, he joined Belinda and Bethany for dinner. It was a gathering they had planned earlier.

As the evening wore on, Johnson kept pouring himself glass after glass of wine, as if trying to drown his swirling

emotions with each sip.

He chuckled darkly, bitterness lacing his words. “You won't believe what Cathy told me. She said she’s going to

give Leland one last chance...”

Belinda and Bethany exchanged looks, their concern clear in the way their eyes met.

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Belinda leaned forward, gently placing her hand on his wine glass to stop him from pouring more. Her voice was

firm and serious. “Johnson, you need to hearout...”

When Johnson raised his gaze to meet Belinda’s, she said, “The relationship between Catherine and Leland will

not last. Believe me, I'm not just saying this to comfort you.”

Bethany nodded in agreement, her expression serious. “Exactly! Belinda and | overheard Catherine discussing

Leland and Hailee the other day. We both believe there's no way they'll stay together for long.”

Belinda pressed her lips together thoughtfully before saying, “Johnson, Catherine is now an adult. She knows

what she’s doing. You shouldn't interfere too much. It could even backfire. The most prudent course of action for

you right now is simply to wait. You've been patient for so long—what’s a little longer, right?”

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Johnson remained silent, his gaze distant as he continued to drink, pouring glass after glass of wine for himself.

He didn’t touch the food laid out before him; he was solely focused on drinking.

Seeing Johnson in this state, Belinda and Bethany felt a mix of helplessness and sympathy wash over them. But

that was what love was. It could bring joy and sweetness, but it could also bring pain and sorrow. All Belinda and

Bethany could do was stay by his side, ready to listen whenever he felt like sharing his thoughts.

However, it seemed Johnson wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Instead, he was intent on drowning his sorrows

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in drink. He ignored the plates piled high with food that Belinda and Bethany offered him. Perhaps it was his

dismal mood—or perhaps the weight of too many thoughts—but Johnson becdrunk quickly. Before long, he

was slumped over the table.

“Belinda, what should we do now?” Bethany inquired softly, concern etched across her features.

Belinda glanced at Johnson, contemplating their next move for a moment before retrieving her phone and

making a call. The call was answered promptly.

“Hello, Belinda.”

“Catherine,” Belinda said, “your brother is drunk. Could you chere and take him home?”