Chapter 1512:
But what struck her even harder was not simply Elwood’s presence; it was who he was with. Elwood and Nalani dining together with Belinda? That was not something good for her.
Kylee forced a pleasant smile as she approached them, masking the storm brewing behind her eyes. “Hi, Mrs. Dury,” she said, her tone overly cheerful. “What a pleasant surprise.”
Nalani cast her a glance—polite, but distant. Then, without a word, she turned her gaze elsewhere.
Kylee stiffened slightly at the snub but quickly masked her embarrassment with practiced ease.
She then turned toward Elwood, her tone light, inquisitive. “May I ask who this gentleman is?”
As her eyes rested on Elwood’s features, a creeping realization began to take hold.
There was a haunting familiarity between him and Belinda. Not obviously so, but unmistakably, if one looked closely.
This made Kylee more suspicious of Belinda’s relationship with Elwood.
Nalani’s brows drew together ever so slightly. “Is there something you need, Ms. Wright?” she asked, her tone sharp.
Kylee’s expression turned slightly awkward, and she chuckled nervously. “Uh, no.”
Nalani paid her no further attention and simply said to Belinda and Elwood, “Let’s go.”
The three then departed without looking back.
Kylee stood frozen in place, her lips parted slightly in shock. Her expression darkened.
Jaw clenched, she turned abruptly and hurried to her private dining room.
Inside, she shut the door, fished out her phone, and called Baker.
“Dad,” she said. “I saw him. I saw Elwood today.”
Lɑτєѕτ cнαρτєrs 𝑖n g𝓪l𝗇ovєl𝑠.𝓬o𝓶
She paused for a moment. “I think… I think he really is Belinda’s biological father. Their resemblance isn’t obvious at first, but if you look closely, it’s there. This can’t be a coincidence.”
On the other end of the line, Baker’s expression shifted. “If that’s the case, then their relationship might indeed be as you suspect.”
Kylee pressed her lips into a thin line for a moment. “You need to act faster. If Belinda gains the Wrights’ trust—if she solidifies a bond with them—things could get complicated for us.”
Especially for her, a fraud built on a borrowed identity.
Baker’s voice turned sharp. “Kylee, do you think collecting Elwood’s DNA is a walk in the park? That he’ll just hand it over because I ask nicely? I am more anxious about this than you, but rushing things won’t help.”
Kylee’s expression changed at that, and after considering Baker’s words, she reluctantly agreed, “I understand, Dad. I’ll be patient.”
“Good,” Baker muttered, then ended the call.
Irondeer University.
