Chapter 93
Chapter 93: Darren remained silent on the other end of the phone for a long moment before responding in a raspy voice, “No.”’ Belinda had resolved to divorce Kristopher and sever all ties with him, which made it unnecessary to keep the cat they had raised together. After his brief response, Darren, wary of raising Belinda’s suspicions, quickly followed up, “What’s wrong?”’ In her hospital room, Belinda clutched her phone, her eyes losing their glimmer of hope. “My cat’s gone missing”¦ It’s wary of strangers. If you didn’t spot it last night, it might be hiding somewhere.”’ Her voice trembled as she fought back tears. “I’ll search for her again.”’ “Alright.”’ Darren exhaled in relief. “If you need help, just call me, anytime.”’ “Sure.”’ After the call, Belinda gripped her phone even tighter and shut her eyes, teetering on the edge of despair. Why was life so cruel to her? Facing a terminal illness, she had let go of Kristopher, her love of five years. All she wanted now was the comfort of her cherished cat in her final days. Was even that simple wish too much to ask? “Don’t be sad,”’ Fred said gently, unable to watch her distress any longer. “Your cat might just be hiding. It probably won’t come out until it smells something familiar. It’s a shy creature, scared of strangers, just like you mentioned.”’ His words seemed to inject Belinda with a flicker of hope. Her eyes snapped open, and she made a move to get out of bed. “I need to ask Dr. Reid if I can be discharged”¦”’ Find magical tales on “I’ve already spoken to Danilo about it,”’ Fred interrupted, waving his phone to show her the messages between Danilo and Marlene. “You’re cleared to leave the hospital. Why don’t you get changed? I’ll handle the discharge paperwork. Then I can help you search for your cat, alright?”’ Belinda bit her lip, her anxiety giving way to a tentative nod. “Wait for me here.”’ A few minutes later, before Belinda could change, the door to her hospital room swung open. Fred stood there, breathless. “The doctor said”¦”’ In the hospital ward, Belinda donned a hoodie. As she slipped her arms through the sleeves, her abdominal muscles tightened, revealing the sleek contours of her stomach and smooth skin. Though only a glimpse of her belly was visible, it was enough to send a surge of heat through Fred as he watched her. After she was fully dressed, Fred averted his gaze, his lips parting slightly. “The doctor wants you to keep a daily diary after you’re discharged. If you can’t find a physical diary, just use your phone to record everything. We can’t have a repeat of last night. You were already at the hospital, but someone had to rush back to fetch the diary.”’ Belinda was just about to leave, her backpack in hand, when she hesitated. “Did someone really go back for my medicine diary last night?”’ she asked, frowning. Darren hadn’t mentioned it. Fred confirmed with a nod. “Yes, Dr. Reid mentioned it. Your friend from college didn’t know his way around your place well. It took him a few hours to find the diary and bring it back, which nearly delayed your treatment. So, she wants you to”¦”’ Worried, Belinda quickly took out her phone and dialed Darren. “Darren, you went to my apartment twice last night, didn’t you? Did you see my cat there at all?”’ There was a long silence on the other end before Darren responded, clearly annoyed. “Belinda, why are you so fixated on that cat? Is it because Kristopher gave it to you?”’…