Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker

While Melody sincerely expressed her gratitude, Ken merely nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor betraying a hint of indifference despite her heartfelt thanks. 

Observing his lackluster response, Melody wisely took the cue and climbed into the car without further ado, Given Ken’s apparent affluence, she resolved to repay his kindness by curing his grandmother’s ailment instead. 

Once settled in the car’s plush interior. Melody’s mind immediately turned to the task at hand. She began calculating the precise dosages of the herbal ingredients, her brow furrowing in concentration. The previous night, she had been meticulously researching the prescription, leaving her little time for anything else. 

If only my mentor were here, Melody thought wistfully, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery outside the car window. T wouldn’t have to strain my mind so for this prescription. But I can’t just call him anyway. 

Melody’s medicinal mentor had retreated to a secluded life in the countryside for undisclosed reasons, Reluctant to burden him with her troubles, especially considering her vendetta against the deceitful Swanson family, she resolved to manage on her own. After firmly deciding against seeking her mentor’s assistance, Melody felt a newfound clarity settling in her mind, her determination unwavering despite the obstacles ahead. 

Before arriving at the Swanson villa, Melody had meticulously listed the usage and dosage of the various medicinal herbs. Some were meant for external application, others required grinding into powder for oral consumption, and the remainder needed to be brewed and decocted. While the process might appear straightforward, it was anything but simple. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Mr. Ken and Miss Fox, we’ve arrived, the driver announced upon parking the vehicle at their destination. “Thank you,” Melody acknowledged the driver with a nod of grapide as she stepped out of the car. Ken followed. the opposite side. 

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Walking side by side, Melody couldn’t help but notice several other cars parked nearby, all bearing non–local license plates. hinting that there were guests in the house. 

Are they expecting guests today? Melody briefly pondered the thought before refocusing on her primary objective of curing Margaret Swanson’s ailment. 

Glancing at Ken, Melody noticed his gaze briefly linger on the two cars with non–local plates before he redirected his attention and walked alongside her toward the house. 

Ken’s longer strides forced Melody to quicken her pace to keep up. Recognizing her struggle, he adjusted his steps, allowing her to match his pace comfortably. 

As they neared the door, Melody couldn’t resist asking. “Should use the side entrance instead? If there are guests, keeping your grandmother’s condition confidential might be wise.” 

Melody couldn’t shake the thought of the potential consequences if she had misdiagnosed Margaret Swanson. What if it was a rare condition, and she was truly pregnant? she thought, her mind swirling with uncertainty. 

But Ken dismissed the idea with a shake of his head, indicating it wasn’t necessary, 

Melody felt a wave of relief wash over her at his response. Knowing Ken’s deep devotion to his grandmother, his lack of concern implied that they had likely confirmed the diagnosis after Melody’s departure yesterday. I suppose my diagnosis was correct, and she wasn’t pregnant, she thought, feeling reassured by the situation. 

Upon entering the living room, Melody anticipated seeing guest, yet to her surprise, the space was empty except for two servants tidying up. 

Perhaps the guests were led to the lounge for some coffeer Melody pondered. That might be for the best anyway” She 

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internally reasoned that fewer people could ensure peace and confidentiality during the treatment. 

Lost in her thoughts, Melody failed to notice Ken’s intent gaze upon her. 

Since Melody declared trust in his innocence regarding Ulric’s leg injury yesterday, Ken had been vigilant, even dispatching spies to monitor her. Her words didn’t sway him, but they made him suspect her of being an informant sent by Astrid 

Swanson 

Ken needed more information to confirm Melody’s allegiance. However, reports from his informants indicated that Melody hadn’t ventured into the backyard or used the side entrance she mentioned earlier. Yet, she spoke of it as if she were familiar with the layout. 

Melody Fox.. ken thought, his curiosity piqued. Who exactly ate you? 

Melody and Ken quickly reached the hall outside Margaret’s room. However, unlike yesterday, there were no guards outside, and they could hear a buzz of activity from outside. 

Before Melody could inquire about the situation, Ken had already marched into the space, and she quickly followed suit. Upon entering, a middle–aged man immediately caught Melody’s attention. He stood tall and commanding, radiating an air of authority and strength. His sharp gaze, framed by thick brows added to his imposing presence. 

His attire and demeanor indicated that he had just returned home. Melody instantly recognized him as Ramon Swanson. the Swanson Group’s current chairman. He was Ken’s father and also the head of the Swanson family. 

Ramon’s absence the previous day was due to his flight being canceled due to inclement weather, but he returned home today. While Melody wasn’t surprised to see him, a group of doctors standing nearby caught her off guard. 

The doctors were in a heated discussion about Margaret’s condition. Some appeared to be in disagreement, their faces flushed due to the intensity of the debate. 

Among them, Melody recognized a few doctors she had heard of in her previous life. One was still in scrubs, his stethoscope hanging out of his coat pocket, indicating that he had just rushed over after a shift. 

Melody was momentarily stunned as thoughts buzzed in her mind. ‘So, I risked my life to gather the medicinal herbs, but in the end, I am just a substitute among many other doctors they consulted? Despite feeling sidelined, Melody quickly grasped the Swanson family’s approach 

To them, she was merely a girl from the countryside. Even if she possessed exceptional medical skills, they likely viewed her as a mediocre rural doctor, unfit for their status. Though she understood why they consulted these renowned doctors, Melody couldn’t help feeling dejected. 

With a sense of futility creeping in, Melody feared she would have to successfully treat other patients to prove her medical skills and knowledge. However, giving up just like this was not her style. 

Ignoring the doctors presence, Melody approached Ramon and introduced herself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ramon. I’m Melody Fox. I examined Mrs. Margaret Swanson’s condition yesterday and brought some–medicinal herbs today. I wonder if she is available for me to take another look today?” 

The moment Melody spoke, the few doctors in the room instantly fell silent and turned to look at her, their eyes scruftnizing her. 

Ramon was listening to the doctors discussing Margaret’s condition when he heard someone addressing him from behind. Subconsciously, he turned and saw Melody. 

When he saw Melody, he momentarily frowned but quickly smother into a polite smile. “You must be Miss Fox. Nice to meet you,” Kamon extended his hand towards her courteously. However, Melody caught a hint of disdain in Ramon’s eyes. 

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Like Ramon, upper–class people always seemed adept at putting on a fake facade and concealing their true feelings. Melody understood Ramon very well, considering he was her father–in–law in her previous life. Despite his courteous demeanor, Melody knew better than to underestimate the depth of his cunning. 

Ramon was the type of man who wasn’t exactly faithful. He remarried Astrid Swanson shortly after his first wife passed. In Melody’s eyes, he was no better than her father, Russell Fox. 

Although Ramon remained outwardly polite to everyone, his demeanor exuded a refined aloofness, a testament to his deeply ingrained sense of class consciousness. Melody, attuned to the subtleties of the high society, couldn’t help but discern the underlying currents beneath his courteous facade. 

As Ramon extended his hand towards her, Melody observed the fine lines etched upon his features, betraying years of privilege and entitlement. Nevertheless, Melody remained composed, her own upbringing instilling in her the importance of grace and diplomacy in such interactions. She reciprocated his gesture with practiced ease, clasping his hand in a firm yet polite handshake. 

The next moment, Ramon began introducing the doctors present to her. 

This is Dr. Desmond Hart,” he gestured towards a distinguished–looking man, “the vice president and an important figure of the Silverlake Hospital. And here we have Dr. Adrian Russo, he indicated towards another person in scrubs, “a top surgeon from Insterimond Central Hospital. And this… 

As Ramon proceeded with the introductions, Melody observed each doctor closely. The five doctors nodded to her in acknowledgment, their expressions reserved yet conveying a subtle sense of authority. 

It was clear to Melody that Ramon’s intention in presenting these distinguished doctors was to assert his authority and remind her of her place amidst such esteemed company.