His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius by Derk Blaylock

Chapter 312

Chapter 312:

Harold hesitated for a moment, a bit surprised by her directness. “And what's your opinion on that?”

Kenia’s reply was immediate and unwavering. “I think it’s for the best. The divorce is good for both Lucas and

Belinda.”

Her words left Harold stunned. He hadn't expected Kenia to be so supportive of the idea.

“Kenia, you...” Harold sighed, his voice heavy with resignation. “You can see how much Belinda truly cares for

Lucas, can’t you? Why would you wish for them to divorce? Being with the one she loves should bring her

happiness, real joy!”

“Happiness? Joy?” Kenia let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle. “Forgive me, Harold, but | don’t see it.”

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She paused briefly, her gaze steady. “Tellhonestly—do you believe Belinda has been happy or even remotely

content since marrying your son?”

Harold's expression stiffened. He wanted to affirm her question, but his voice faltered, words stuck in his throat.

Kenia’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile. “The love has always been one-sided, Harold. From the beginning,

your son has never wanted to marry Belinda.”

“But feelings can grow over time!” Harold said, his voice rising suddenly.

Kenia’s tone grew sharper. “Years, Harold. They've been married for years now. If feelings were going to grow,

don’t you think they would have grown by now?”

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Harold froze, unable to muster a response.

After a few seconds of tense silence, he murmured, “Maybe we just need to give them a little more time. | still

believe they—"

“There's no need for that,” Kenia suddenly interjected, her tone firm. “Harold, | love Belinda more than you can

imagine. | can’t stand by and watch her pour her heart into someone who doesn’t love her in return. | don’t care

whether she marries into wealth or status; all | want is for her to find someone who truly cherishes her. | hope

you can understand that.”

Harold's shoulders sagged under the weight of Kenia’s words.

He couldn’t deny the truth in what she had said. He knew his son had given Belinda nothing but uncertainty—a

hollow relationship devoid of the love Belinda deserved. Kenia’s concerns weren't selfish; they cfrom a place

of love for her granddaughter.

Before Harold could respond, Kenia stood up abruptly, her expression solemn.

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“Harold,” she began, her voice trembling with emotion, “I'm only asking you to do one thing. If, after your

birthday, they still decide to get a divorce, please don’t stand in their way.”

Then, to Harold's shock, Kenia was about to bow before him.

“K-Kenia, please don’t do this...” Harold stammered, leaping to his feet to stop Kenia.

His hand rested gently on her shoulder as he sighed in resignation. “Alright,” he said in a low voice. “If that’s

what they truly want in the end, | won't stop them.”

Kenia let out a deep breath, relief washing over her features. “Thank you, Harold,” she said.

Downstairs, Lucas emerged from the restroom, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, when he spotted Sarai lingering

nearby.

At the sight of Lucas, Sarai straightened her posture and called out, “Mr. Clark, may | have a word with you?”