Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 235

Chapter 235 Was He Trying to Get Himself Killed?

“Oh, of course.” Bethany hastily put down the bowl of chicken soup and took the cup with both hands.

She soon came back with some warm water. “Is there anything else you need?”

“Thanks, but I’ll be fine,” Melinda said. “Go on with your work. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Bethany glanced at the chicken soup again. Melinda said, “Take it away. I don’t feel like drinking it.”

“Understood. Bethany turned and took the chicken soup. “I’ll ask you again in a while, and I’ll deliver it when you feel like drinking it.”

After Bethany left, Melinda held the cup in her hands. There were no longer tears in her eyes, but bitterness still broiled in her heart. She never knew that when one was extremely deep in sorrow, one couldn’t even cry because the tears had already run dry.

Mervin came back at night. He had bought a phone for Melinda.

His complexion was still pale, and Bethany was startled at the sight. Why isn’t there any color on his face?

“How is Ms. Paisley?” Mervin asked right after entering through the door, “Did she eat anything?”

“I took chicken soup to her room three times, but she didn’t drink a drop of it. She simply held a cup and drank some warm water, and she sat at the headboard in a daze. She didn’t cry, nor did she make a fuss.” Bethany’s heart ached. “She looked so haggard

“Give me the chicken soup, Mervin said.

“Understood.”

Soon, Bethany came out of the kitchen and handed the bowl of chicken soup to him.

Mervin took it and went upstairs.novelxo.com fast update Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

When Mervin opened the half-closed door of the master bedroom, he saw the woman sitting against the headboard. He walked up to the bed with the chicken soup, then said, “You should take care of your own body. I just bought this villa, and I don’t want you turning it into a haunted house by dying of hunger here. I can’t even get a good price if I sell it”

Melinda recovered her senses, realizing that Mervin was standing in front of the bed.

“Here.” He passed the bowl to Melinda. “You’d probably prefer drinking it yourself instead of letting me feed you.

She hadn’t eaten anything in a long time. She knew she had to take care of herself. Even if she lost Stanley, she still had Samuel and Pamela. I can’t collapse now.

Hence, Melinda took the bowl from him. Under his supervision, she quietly finished the chicken soup.

Mervin took the empty bowl from her hands, and then placed the medicine the doctor prescribed on the bedside table. He even got her a glass of warm water. Take three tablets of each kind. Take good care of your body. You have to give birth to my children, after all,”

Melinda, who had been emotionless all this while, looked up at him. Her indifferent expression instantly turned into rage.

“I see you still have emotions.” Mervin stared at her, his lips curving slightly. “I thought you became a doll.” He glanced at the medicine and glass on the bedside table. “Remember to take your pills.”

With that, he left.

Melinda looked at the receding figure. It was a completely different person from the Mervin in her memories. He changed.

He seemed to have some fury suppressed in his heart as well.

Mervin had just gotten downstairs when his sight turned black. He gripped the corner of a table to steady himself.

“Mr. Laurent Bethany was startled as she hastily ran over to support him. “What happened to you? You look so ill! Do you want to see a doctor?”

“Help me to the couch. Mervin didn’t faint. He was a strong man, after all, but at that moment, he felt himself being emptied.

With Bethany’s help. Mervin sat down on the couch.

“Mr. Laurent, you should go to the hospital!”

He lifted a hand and closed his eyes, saying, “No need.”

“But then-”

“I gave 2000 ml of blood in one go.” Mervin was panting a little. Tll recover after resting. It’s not an illness.”

Bethany, however, was shocked.

2000 ml?

Is he trying to get himself killed?

Mervin lay on his back on the couch, feeling anger boiling in his chest. He was mad at himself.

He wished, more than anything, to pluck the oxygen mask off Stanley’s face and watch the latter die.

However, he risked his life to give Stanley large amounts of blood, trying to exchange his life for Stanley’s

Mervin’s feelings toward Stanley were contradictory to the extreme.

Mervin always thought that his parents’ deaths were directly related to Stanley.