?<strong>Chapter 263:</strong>


    That night, as they settled into bed, Kenia turned to Belinda with a concerned look. “Honey, you seemed a bit out of sorts after returning from the restroom at dinner.


    Did something happen?”


    Belinda opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words came out.


    Kenia’s face grew serious, and she continued, “I noticed that shortly after you left, Lucas and Verena also went in the direction of the restroom.


    When they returned, Lucas had a wound on his lip.


    Did you run into them when they were…”


    Kenia paused, her silence heavy with meaning, but Belinda had already understood what she was implying.


    At that moment, a thought struck Belinda—Verena had also gone to the restroom at that time.


    She had not seen Verena then, and she couldn’t help but wonder if Verena had been lingering nearby to eavesdrop or if she had slipped away somewhere else entirely.


    Her eyes flickered with a trace of suspicion as the thought passed through her mind.


    After a moment, she replied in a low voice, “No.”


    There was a brief pause before she pressed her lips together for a moment, adding in a calm voice, “I was the one who bit Lucas’ lip.”


    Kenia’s expression froze for a moment.


    She was clearly taken aback by the revtion.


    Her eyes settled on Belinda, a mixture of surprise andplexity swirling within them.


    Yet, deep down, a faint sense of relief eased through her chest.


    As long as it had nothing to do with Verena…


    After a short silence, Kenia spoke again, her tone serious and filled with concern. “Belinda, when ites to you and Lucas, I only hope you’ll think carefully before making any decisions.


    I don’t want you to act on impulse and regret itter.”


    Kenia’s voice carried a sincerity that came from both love and wisdom.


    She had always believed that Lucas was not entirely indifferent to Belinda, no matter how things might appear on the surface.


    Belinda didn’t respond immediately.


    Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.


    She remained silent, her gaze fixed on the small patterns of the bed sheet.


    Eventually, she murmured, “You should get some rest now, Grandma.”


    “Alright,” Kenia replied, nodding softly.


    She didn’t press the matter further, knowing that Belinda needed some time to think.


    With age, Kenia had grown ustomed to sleeping early, and it wasn’t long before she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.


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