?<strong>Chapter 487:</strong>


    “Dr. Wright,” Ata began, her eyes filled with gratitude. She seemed hesitant to shake Belinda’s hand, unsure if it was appropriate.


    Darwin spoke up, “Ata is here for aprehensive check-up. She insisted on seeing you.”


    Before he could continue, Ata added, “Dr. Wright, thank you so much. You really saved my life.”


    “I’m just d I could help, Ata. Think nothing of it,” Belinda replied, still smiling.


    “I feel terrible about missing dinner the other day,” Ata said. “Dr. Wright, could you join me for lunch today? I’d like to treat you.”


    “There’s really no need for that. I—” Belinda began to decline reflexively, but Ata interrupted before she could finish.


    “Dr. Wright, this isn’t just a polite gesture—it’s truly important. Please, let me have the opportunity to treat you to a meal,” Ata said earnestly.


    Given the circumstances, Belinda found it difficult to refuse. She nodded. “Alright, how about this afternoon?”


    Ata’s face brightened instantly. “Perfect! We’ll pick a ce, and Darwin wille to pick you up.”


    Belinda shook her head. “There’s no need for that, Ata. I drove myself today. Just send me the address, and I’ll head there during lunchtime.”


    “Alright then,” Ata agreed, not pressing the matter further.


    At noon, Belinda drove herself to the restaurant Ata had mentioned.


    At the dining table, Ata held Belinda’s hand throughout the meal, expressing her gratitude repeatedly, which made Belinda feel slightly embarrassed.


    During their meal, Belinda learned a few things. For instance, Ata was not rted to Darwin by blood; she was the family’s housekeeper. However, having raised him since childhood, Darwin considered her like a mother.


    Belinda and Ata connected well. They exchanged phone numbers and even nned a shopping trip together.


    It was then that Darwin said, “Dr. Wright, I heard you’ve been going on blind dates recently?”


    Belinda tensed, feeling slightly ufortable. She nodded hesitantly. “Uh… yeah, that’s right.”


    Ata’s eyes sparkled. “You don’t have a boyfriend yet, Belinda? What do you think of Darwin?”


    Darwin’s expression subtly changed when he heard that. He had intentionally steered the conversation in this direction, hoping Ata would make such a suggestion. She had always been concerned about his personal life, and he knew she had clearly taken a liking to Belinda. Since they’d entered the private dining room, Belinda had barely spoken to him, barely acknowledging his presence. Was he really that invisible to her? The thought bothered him more than he cared to admit, which was why he had brought up this topic.


    Belinda was caught off guard by Ata’s suggestion. Her face froze for a moment before she forced a polite smile. “Ata, let’s not joke about this. I’m only going on these dates because my friends insist on it. Besides, I’ve just finalized my divorce—I’m not looking for anything like that at the moment.”


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