Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 240

Chapter 240 The Possibility of a Vegetative State

Without waiting for Jarrett to persuade her, Shirlene turned away and entered the nearby RV.

“What’s happening between those two?” someone asked, seeming to have noticed something unusual.

At that moment, a bold young production assistant said candidly, “Come on, it’s pretty obvious. They spend so much time together every day. It’s bound to ignite something between them.”

“Has Miss Grayson finally found someone who captures her interest?”

“Seems like it.”

“I’ve noticed that Mervin doesn’t seem to regard her as a romantic interest. They also don’t appear to have any private communication.”

“Who knows? Perhaps, they keep it low-profile. We can’t say for certain what goes on behind the scenes.”

Several minutes later, a black Volvo pulled into the courtyard of the seaside villa. The driver’s door swung open, and Mervin emerged from the car. At first glance, he saw the figure perched on the terrace couch, hugging her knees close to her chest. Is she still staring at the clouds after all day!

At that moment, Bethany happened to come out of the living room. “Mr. Laurent, dinner is ready.”

“I’ll get her.” He stopped in her tracks and walked toward Melinda.

Through the gentle evening breeze and the pleasant fragrance of lilies, he approached her and noticed her serene presence akin to a piece of translucent jade. The subtle, ethereal scent that surrounded her appealed to his taste.

Mervin stood beside her, casting a shadow over her. “Let’s go inside and have dinner,” he said calmly. “Bethany mentioned that you haven’t had lunch. It’s not good for your health to neglect your meals like this.”

I’m not hungry.” Melinda’s gaze remained fixed on the clouds as she said nonchalantly, “You can go ahead and eat without me.”

As he could not bear witnessing her self-inflicted torment, his gaze darkened. “Even if you’re not, you should accompany me. After all, I saved him. Shouldn’t you show some gratitude?”

At that, her entire body tensed involuntarily, and she felt inexplicably nervous.

“I’m not asking for anything unreasonable. Let’s just have a meal”

Afraid to provoke Mervin, Melinda slipped on her shoes and stood before him. With just a foot of distance between them, their gazes met. Without uttering a word, she walked past him and pro room alone.

He could not fathom her thoughts. Has she been thinking about Stanley all day?

As Mervin entered the dining room, he found Melinda seated in a white dining chair. Her exp remained calm and indifferent. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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Bethany had prepared utensils for her.

The sumptuous dinner was meticulously prepared in adherence to the nutritional standards of confinement meals. The spread included hot cocoa, stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs, Oatmeal

with dried fruits and nuts, fish soup, meat patties…

He sat across from Melinda, and they had dinner.

The crystal chandelier above emitted a radiant glow while the mesmerizing fragrance of lilies lingered in the air. However, eye contact was absent, with a complete lack of verbal communication between them.

In a VIP suite at the hospital at Navelie, Stanley remained unconscious. Though he had removed the oxygen mask, his breathing remained feeble. The medical team confirmed that he was no longer in immediate danger.

Monica continued with a poor appetite and could only eat a small amount of congee. She sat by his bedside, watching over him. Filled with worry, she feared that he would not wake up and was concerned that he would go in search of Melinda once he did.

Her heart filled with contradictions as she felt happiness was out of reach, destined to elude her.

Jennifer’s weight had plummeted, her eyes perpetually red and swollen. Ever since she received the news

of Stanley’s car accident, all traces of happiness had vanished from her life.

Meanwhile, Taylor stayed in Navelic, currently in his office, as he engaged in discussions with experts.

“The possibility of a vegetative state is high. The expert sighed, shaking his head regretfully. “The primary injury is to the head, so it’s already quite remarkable that he managed to survive.”

Taylor’s mood also grew heavy. “Some things may only be left to time, but I’ll give my all. If he ends up in a vegetative state, what difference does it make from death?”

“You may feel powerless since it’s not your area of expertise, but it’s worth a try. The expert hit the nail on the head.

“He’s my friend and also my master’s husband. I have a responsibility and an obligation to save him,” said Taylor.

“Good luck.

In truth, Taylor felt uncertain deep down.

In a standalone mansion in Riverdale, the bedroom on the second floor was bathed in bright light. Dressed in casual home clothes, Shirlene sat on the couch near the window and retrieved her phone, preparing to make a call.

The next moment, the door was slammed, not a mere knock

She furrowed her brows and directed a gaze of disdain toward the closed door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound grew louder.