Chapter 315 Belinda’s Worst Nightmare

• Belinda’s birth parents had been sitting stiffly on the leather couch in the Quille residence. The second they saw her, their faces split into big grins and they rushed over.
• Belinda’s bio dad even stretched out his dark, pudgy hand to grab her, cooing, “My good daughter, why are you just standing there, not getting close to us? It’s been years. Don’t tell me you forgot your real parents?”
• Her adoptive mother’s face scrunched into a smile full of wrinkles. She shot her man a glare, then raised her voice on purpose: