Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 236

Chapter 236 Stanley’s Condition

Ever since young. Stanley had been taking good care of Mervin from behind the scenes, but the two never had much direct contact with each other.

Mervin also knew that Stanley didn’t like him. Stanley was only doing this out of either responsibility or guilt. Mervin wasn’t the least bit happy about keeping Stanley’s woman near him. Melinda wasn’t any common woman; she was the only woman Mervin could look in the eye.

Upstairs, Melinda took her pills, then put down the glass. She remained seated, leaning against the headboard.

She wasn’t sad about her miscarriage at all, nor was she worried about her body. Her mind was wholly occupied by thoughts of Stanley.

Her thoughts remained in the emergency room, stuck in that tense situation.

That night, thoughts of Stanley possessed both her waking and sleeping hours. She felt that her mind was breaking down.

She hugged the pillow and lay on the bed on her side, finally entering into a light sleep at a late hour.

She was tired, and she missed him. Her heart was filled with guilt. She wished she could have crossed the road slightly later.

In Navelic, in a VIP ICU floor’s innermost bedroom of the luxury suite, Stanley finally escaped death’s claws after 36 hours of rescue efforts. However, he still hadn’t woken up.

His head was wrapped in thick bandages and his arms were plastered as well. Various injuries on his body were stitched, and he looked like he was patched together. No one dared to touch him.

Monica, who had lost a lot of weight, sat by his bed and looked at him with a vacant gaze. She remained silent, and her tears had already run dry

“When will he wake up?” Jennifer asked the surgeon, her heart breaking.

The surgeon’s expression was dark as he replied in Brundelian, “Whether he can wake up or not, or when he wakes up, is entirely up to Mr. Fox.

Jennifer’s chest constricted. “What did he say?”

Just then. Taylor spoke up. He said in Corynthean, “It means that Mr. Fox might be in a persistent vegetative state.” He got straight to the point.

Boom!

His words were like a clap of thunder that sent tremors through Jennifer’s and Monica’s hearts. Their hearts were in wrenching pain as they looked helplessly at him.

Half a month later, the moon sank, and the sun rose in Riverdale.

As the beautiful light of dawn shone upon the huge villa by the sea, the gentle light filtered in through the windows and spilled quietly on the large, soft bed.novelxo.com fast update

Melinda slowly opened her eyes. She lay on her side, unmoving. She only blinked her eyes, but tears started streaming out without reason.

For the past two weeks, every time she woke up from her dreams, she plunged into despair.

She also spoke sparingly and closed herself off.

A knock sounded on the door, but she remained unaffected. She looked like an emotionless doll.

Bethany opened the door and went in, then walked up to the bed. “Ms. Paisley, the weather is quite nice today. Why don’t you come downstairs for breakfast? Mr. Laurent is waiting for you.”

Melinda behaved like she hadn’t heard Bethany.

Bethany added, “He said that if you don’t go downstairs, he’ll bring the food up.”

Melinda remained indifferent as her icy cold tears soaked the pillow.

She missed Stanley.

Half a month had passed by, but she didn’t hear of his condition at all. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Bethany thought about Mervin’s rocky relationship with Melinda for the past two weeks, then sighed lightly and couldn’t help but say, “Ms. Paisley, Mr. Laurent is very weak these days as well, but he insisted on filming every day. He donated 2000 ml of blood, but he went out and specially chose a phone for you. He had already fainted twice.”

2000 ml

Melinda was in a daze as she propped herself up, then looked at Bethany in disbelief.

A smile had colored Bethany’s face. “Are you willing to go downstairs now? I shall wait for you at the door, so take your time to change. The doctor also said that she had to walk around after two weeks; she mustn’t stay cooped up every day.

Bethany left and gently closed the door.

Five minutes later, Melinda opened the door of the bedroom, thinking, 2000 ml? Was he crazy?

She appeared in front of Bethany in clean and neat clothes.

Bethany smiled as she greeted Melinda with more enthusiasm. “Good morning. Ms. Paisley.”

“Good morning. Melinda didn’t have much of a change in emotion. She just glanced calmly at Bethany before walking toward the stairs.

After going downstairs, Melinda walked into the dining hall. She caught a whiff of the fragrance of lilies filling the air and noticed two bouquets of yellow lilies on the bar counter.

Dew drops were still sitting on the petals. The flowers must be newly plucked.

“Ms. Paisley, Mr. Laurent went to the florist to buy these flowers this morning. He said that you’ll love

them.”

Melinda saw Mervin in a white hoodie, sitting on a dining chair. There was a glass of milk in his hand as he looked up at her.

Their gazes met.

Mervin was surprised. Even without expressions, Melinda was still beautiful, and tragically so.