Chapter 1637


    “Zoey, | beg you. Come to see me.”


    Belinda''s supplicated voice cracking while Zoey could faintly hear Murray''sforting murmurs in the background.


    Zoey gripped her phone, and then ended the call directly. She had made the mistake of giving in once; she wouldn''t let history


    repeat itself.


    On the other end, Belinda''s anxiety spiked at the sound of the disconnected line, and Murray continued to rub her back ina


    soothing rhythm.


    "Don''t worry. Zoey''s got a soft heart. Let me talk to her; maybe she''lle around."


    Belinda sped his hand, gratitude etched on her face, "Thank you. I''m counting on you."


    “And your husband''s still at home?"


    Belinda looked a bit embarrassed at the mention of that man, "Yes, he is. Murray, | have to go; | need to check on him."


    Murray wasn''t genuinely interested in the family drama; his intentions were far simpler: he wanted to sleep with Zoey. The more


    time he spent with Evelyn, the clearer it became how much Zoey outshone her. He was determined to have Zoey to himself.


    The moment Belinda returned home, her heart sank at the sight of empty liquor bottles strewn across the room; her heart


    tightened. Her husband had penchant for alcohol and affairs. In his youth, with a bit of cunning, he had managed to amass some


    wealth through dubious means. Now with old age, though technology had outpaced him, his love for extramaritalpanionship


    had not dwindled. With any cash in his pocket, he''d y the big shot in town.


    Seeing Belinda, his exasperation boiled over, "Didn''t | tell you to get Zoey toe out? You know how humiliated | was at that


    last party? | won''t be at peace until | have my way with that wench."


    Belinda shrank before him, "I tried, but she wouldn''te. What can | do?"


    "Can''t you push her? Isn''t she attached to you, her mother? I''m telling you, if | don''t see Zoey tomorrow, I''m filing for divorce. I''ve


    had enough of this life."


    Divorce?! The word struck Belinda like a physical blow, fueling her resentment towards Zoey. If not for the burden of her


    daughter, she wouldn''t be in this humiliating position, unable to keep her own husband in check.


    She clenched her teeth as her husband continued to scheme, "What about Fitch''s sister? If you can''t bring Zoey, bring her to me.


    | despise these highborndies, acting all superior."


    "Fine, fine, as long as you don''t divorce me, I''ll bring you any woman you want."


    Belinda had lost all reason. She tried calling Zoey repeatedly, but Zoey had long since blocked her number, refusing to entertain


    her mother''s maniptions.


    At night, Wilma noticed Zoey''s distress and suggested they hit the mall, "Zoey, | know your mom''s been calling. Just ignore her;


    she''s probably up to no good again."


    Zoey had wan face and cramp in the stomach a whole day; at the moment she finally felt a bit better. The awards ceremony was


    only two days away. Wilma got some free time these days, and her eyes sparkled as they browsed through a luxury handbag


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    "Zoey, that color looks like it was made for you!"


    "Miss, you have exquisite taste. This one just came in today," the clerk hadn''t recognized Wilma, who was bundled up discreetly.


    As Zoey reached out to touch the bag, a shrill voice cut through the air.


    "Zoey, keep your filthy hands off!" It was Mia.


    Zoey’s brows furrowed, hearing footsteps approach from behind.


    Mia strode toward them. She had


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    The Inte public opinions were heated; Mia had wanted to defend her, but her family had forbidden it.


    Mia had been grounded for days, her


    first encounter upon regaining


    freedom was IthZoe Whdwras a


    parriaihe sks to her. With a


    deliberate bump against Zoey, Mia


    snatched the bag from the shelf.


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    "Ring this up. It''s mine."


    Wilma was fuming, “You!”


    Zoey held her back with a shake of her head, "It''s okay."


    Wilma knew she was the daughter of the Haskins family, also sister of the man Zoey loved; she had to suppress her indignation.


    Mia, smug and superior, nced at


    Zoey''s outfit, "Could yo verraffokd


    one of thepe ofilfabt S ary? Don''t try


    toy rich when you can''t afford it."


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