When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie)



Clyde collapsed, halting any further conversation in its tracks.

Everyone followed the paramedics out, leaving me alone in the conference room.

Fenton was the last to leave, but he paused and turned back to me.

"Hey, Melanie, aren't you coming?"

I shook my head. "No, he wouldn't want to see me."

No matter his condition, he only wanted to see Rachel.

Fenton glanced outside, then approached me.

"Don't take it too hard, Melanie. Clyde... he'll come around."

"When will that be?"

As I watched everyone leave, my gaze was unfocused.

If he never comes around, is this how it's going to be forever?

Remembering his words, accusing me of being at fault, sent shivers down my spine.

I never knew Clyde could be so ruthless.

Maybe ever since he took over Patterson Enterprises, he's been a different person from the cheerful guy I once knew.

Fenton hesitated before speaking, "Things will get better, right? Patterson Enterprises still needs him."

I continued to shake my head, not sure if Patterson Enterprises still needed such a CEO.

Memory issues, mood swings, prone to outbursts without regard for the occasion.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Not to mention his ruthlessness.

"Regardless, you have shares in Patterson Enterprises. You're still a shareholder."

"He'll see sense eventually. Don't worry."

I shook my head again.

What do my few shares matter? Uncle's family probably has more shares than I do.

A woman with few shares and about to be ousted won't have much impact on Patterson Enterprises.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Warren.

[Rachel studied psychology abroad, but her skills might not be strong. Still, be cautious.]

Seeing this message lifted my spirits.

Rachel studied psychology? Could it mean she might have drugged Clyde or used hypnosis on him?

I'd read online that hypnosis alone isn't very effective, but combined with drugs, it's a different story.

However, these methods are controversial, and information online is scarce.

"Melanie?"

Fenton looked at me worriedly, but I quickly said, "Let's go to the hospital."

He seemed surprised but nodded quickly, "Right, the hospital first. We'll deal with everything else later."

Clyde has always been healthy, no history of high blood pressure or heart issues.

Logically, even with a head injury, he shouldn't faint every time he gets agitated.

It felt like I was close to the truth but still couldn't connect all the dots.

Upon reaching the hospital, Clyde had already regained

consciousness, though he looked a bit dazed. Rachel was by his side, their hands intertwined even when the doctor came to check on him.

Warren and I exchanged glances before entering with a poker face.

"The patient needs blood work and a CT scan. We need the family's cooperation."

His voice was stern, like he was just going through the motions.

But Rachel immediately objected.

"CT scans have radiation, and you've already taken his blood several times. A person only has so much blood. Now that Clyde's awake, let's just watch and see. Too many tests arent good for him."She squeezed Clyde's hand tightly, and he agreed.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit too emotional earlier. No need for tests."

"We still need to do the biochemistry tests. Please cooperate."

Warren didn't say much more, simply signaling the nurse to come in for the blood draw.

Rachel stood up to protest, but

Warren said coldly, "We're also running toxicology tests. Why are you always obstructing? If he's been

poisoned, can you bear the

responsibility?"