Chapter 663

"Do you also think I'm too harsh for being unwilling to accept my own mother?" Tiffany asked Cynthia in a low voice. "But she abandoned me when I was young. How can I forgive her?" Her thoughts kept drifting back to the moment a few hours earlier when Belinda threw herself in front of the knife aimed at her. The situation had been critical and unpredictable, but Belinda's action seemed driven by instinct—a mother's instinct. Tiffany closed her eyes, overwhelmed by a tangled mess of thoughts that she couldn't seem to untangle. Her phone vibrated twice with a video from an unfamiliar number. The video preview showed Belinda lying in a hospital bed. Tiffany held the phone but hesitated to open the video. Just then, Vincent approached. "Tiffany?" She snapped out of her daze and instinctively turned off the phone screen, tossing it aside. That night, Tiffany couldn't sleep well. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the dramatic moments and replayed the words Belinda had said wh