Chapter 263 The Truth About Charlotte’s Child

• Belinda lingered at the Nightfall Bar for a solid hour or two, carefully crafting her alibi before calling the driver to pick her up.
• On the way back to the Sherrod residence, she frowned, replaying everything step by step. Once she was sure nothing had slipped through the cracks, she let out a long breath.
• She wasn’t usually this roundabout. If that bitch weren’t so sly and slippery, she wouldn’t have bothered being this cautious.