His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius

Chapter 970:

Kane’s brows knitted together, his demeanor turning stern. “Darwin, what is causing your indecision? Don’t tell me you’ve genuinely developed feelings for Belinda.” His voice grew noticeably sharper.

“No,” Darwin answered swiftly.

After a brief pause, he added, “I simply have no desire to proceed with this.”

Kane’s face softened slightly, his tone adopting a more persuasive quality. “I understand that you’ve always been a man of integrity, which makes you loathe such underhanded tactics. However, our adversary this time is formidable beyond measure. Without resorting to unconventional measures, we will never succeed in toppling him. You haven’t forgotten the agony of our initial defeat, have you?” Kane paused, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in slightly. “In this situation, we must devise such strategies.”

Taking a deliberate breath, he locked eyes with Darwin. “Darwin, don’t forget how your mother died!”

Darwin’s countenance shifted instantly at those words.

A glacial aura emanated from him as his jaw tightened.

Through gritted teeth, he said, “I will never forget. Lucas caused my mother’s death!”

Kane’s eyes gleamed as he nodded firmly. “Precisely! Lucas is responsible for your mother’s death! Keep that truth etched in your heart, and you will not falter! Remember, every step you take is in pursuit of justice for her!”

As Kane’s words resonated, Darwin felt a suffocating weight bearing down on his chest, constricting his breathing.

Kane, understanding the perils of pushing too far, chose to stop.noveldrama

He leaned back, staying silent.

He trusted that Darwin now knew what to do.

A fortnight slipped by swiftly.

Over those two weeks, Belinda’s schedule was relentless. Each day blurred into the next, leaving little room for rest.

After work, she divided her time between visiting her grandmother at Vera Villas and checking on Mollie at the Thomas estate. The remainder of her hours were consumed by spending time with Rowell and Jazmine.

Rowell meticulously oversaw her surgical procedures, ensuring that she honed her skills. Following that rigorous training, Jazmine would immerse her in piano practice.

Belinda often wished she could duplicate herself to meet all these demands. Fatigue clung to her like a shadow, but she pushed through, driven by an innate desire to excel.

Nonetheless, under their rigorous tutelage, she exhibited notable improvement in both her medical procedures and musical proficiency.

One afternoon, an emergency patient was wheeled into the emergency room.

The individual had sustained a cardiac rupture coupled with pericardial tamponade following a violent altercation, necessitating immediate surgery.

With the majority of the senior doctors either engaged in operations, on leave, or out of town, the critical procedure fell upon Belinda and a fellow junior physician.

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