Chapter 77

“Let them suffer so much they want to die. They dare treat me and my family like this, and he still thinks I’ll forgive him? What a joke,” Belle sneered, her voice dripping with venom.

Chloe nodded in agreement. “I told Faith earlier that Kyle is a liar, but she hasn’t realized it yet. I even suggested she take the jewelry Kyle gave her to Heaven's Jewels for an appraisal, but she didn’t dare.”

Belle let out a cold laugh. “Looking at it now, our dear Faith is probably too heartbroken even to cry. Hahaha! As if something that belongs to me, Belle, is so easy to take! Who does she think she is?”

Her expression turned darker, her malice undeniable. “And what about the Russo family? They won’t let this slide easily. Their influence runs deep, and they’re not the type to back down quietly.”

Chloe glanced at Belle, her tone cautious. “Belle, let’s go to the hospital first. Matt’s probably itching to retaliate, but now isn’t the time for reckless moves. The Rivas family might even step in to help Kyle. Your plan can’t afford to be jeopardized.”

Belle considered her words for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. Let’s go to the hospital.”

Meanwhile, Faith stood before Kyle, her head lowered, fingers clutching her dress as if it were her only grounding. Her face was pale, her heartbreak evident.

“You’ve misunderstood,” Kyle said gently. “I’ve made things clear with Belle. She’s just being delusional. As for what Chloe told you, there’s no need to be afraid. She’s just Belle’s lackey now. Of course, she’ll say things to benefit Belle.”

Seeing Faith so dejected, Kyle’s expression softened. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but try to comfort her.

After a brief silence, Faith sighed quietly. “I understand. I don’t care what they say. I’m just… tired. I want to go home and rest.”

Kyle nodded. “You’re not upset because you think Belle has a chance of getting back together with me, are you?”

Faith’s eyes instantly brimmed with tears. “I always knew Belle would regret divorcing you eventually, but I didn’t think it would happen so soon. Don’t worry—whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

Her voice wavered. “I know you haven’t completely forgotten Belle. I know you still love her. If you reconcile with her, I’ll give you my blessing, but please, take care of yourself. I’m scared she’ll hurt you again.”

Kyle looked at her, a wave of emotion washing over him. Even now, Faith’s only concern was his happiness.

He reached out, resting a gentle hand on her head. “Do you think I’m a fool? I once loved Belle, yes. But that love ended the day we got divorced.”

He chuckled softly. “It might not be easy for me to start over, but I’ll never make the same mistake again.”

“And why are you so convinced Belle actually wants to reconcile with me?”

Faith blinked, confused. “She sounded so sincere. She said those things… Was it just to stop you from hating her?”

Kyle shook his head, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “To her, I’m nothing more than an ant. Whether I hate her or not is meaningless to her. She’s laying the groundwork for something bigger. Belle will never truly come back. The woman I once loved is gone. But it doesn’t matter what tricks she has up her sleeve. If she wants to play, then let’s play.”

Hearing Kyle’s confidence, Faith felt her anxiety slowly ease. A faint smile appeared on her lips, though it was tinged with worry. “Belle is determined to deal with you now. You might be in danger. I know you have connections with the Rivas family, but Belle isn’t simple. Who knows how many people have helped her over the years…”

Her concern wasn’t unwarranted. Belle’s reputation for ruthlessness was well-known, and few dared to cross her. Those who did often met tragic ends. Belle’s powerful backers ensured she remained untouchable, no matter the odds.

But Kyle wasn’t fazed. The hand he rested on Faith’s head was steadier, stronger, and more resolute than anything Belle could summon.

“Why are you worrying so much?” he said with a smirk. “Belle might be a tough nut to crack, but do you think I’m so easy to push around? Has she ever truly gotten the better of me?”

Kyle’s smile deepened, his tone tinged with amusement. “Do you really think I bought that painting without spending a cent, just because of the Rivas family? Or that Belle’s claim is true—that my artwork sold for ten million purely because of their influence? Don’t underestimate me, Faith.”