Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 157 Get Lost!
“Mom just called me,” said the beautiful woman, her expression filled with worry. “Daddy fell ill and had to be hospitalized. Do
you want to head to the hospital first? He really wants to see you.”
“Daddy?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in panic. “Why did he get sick? Is it something serious?”
“You’ll find out once you go and see him, the lady replied while hailing a car. “The driver will make sure you get off at the hospital,
and Mom will be waiting for you at the entrance.”
As the car door opened, she was unexpectedly pushed inside.
“Hey She barely had time to ask any further questions before the car started moving forward, swiftly driving away.
The sunlight in her dream was just as radiant as she remembered, causing her head to swim with dizziness.
A wave of drowsiness washed over her as she sat in the back seat of the car, resulting in her accidentally spilling her drink.
When she awakened once more, darkness had enveloped the surroundings. And to her disbelief, she was still inside the car.
The car swayed, steadily progressing along its path. By the light of the moon, she could discern the scenery outside the car
window-a rugged mountain trail with tall reeds lining both sides. Where is this?
“Excuse me, could you please stop the car? I need to go back!” she urgently pleaded.
“Sir, you’ve taken the wrong road! I need to get to the hospital! My father is sick!” she implored, her voice tinged with anxiety.
“Sir, please, stop the car... Stop right now!” Her desperation grew with each passing moment.
In the dream, she was merely five years old, her helpless cries echoing in tnovelxo.com fast updatehe air.
But the driver seemed deaf and mute, holding the steering wheel and stepping on the gas pedal without
any response.
In a bedroom at Repulse Bay, sweat beads formed on her forehead, and Melinda felt as if her entire body was bound, unable to
struggle out of the dream.

“Stop the car!” she called out, her voice filled with helplessness and despair.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath.
The number of times she had awakened from such a dream eluded her memory.
It had become a routine, a disconcerting familiarity. Without glancing at her phone for the time or wiping away the perspiration on
her brow, she closed her eyes once more, reliving those deeply buried memories in her mind.
The next morning, Jennifer woke up in a bad mood as her face looked grim.
On the sidelines, Stephanie attended to her and advised, “Miss Fox, after all, she is someone Mr. Fox cares about. No matter
how angry you may be, please refrain from laying a hand on her today.”
“She deserves it!” Jennifer sat in front of the dressing table, applying a mask while Stephanie had already. styled her hair.
As the door opened, Melinda quietly appeared before them, her cheeks slightly swollen, her exhaustion cleverly concealed by
makeup.
Unbeknownst to both of them, neither noticed when Melinda had silently positioned herself at the door.
Stephanie refrained from addressing her as ‘Mrs. Fox’ in front of Jennifer and opted not to greet her, simply standing by her side.
Jennifer’s gaze turned momentarily cold upon Melinda’s appearance. She passed by Melinda, completely ignoring her, and
headed toward the stairs.
“Miss Fox.” Melinda turned around and followed.
Stephanie trailed behind them, and the three of them descended the stairs together.
“Miss Fox, please allow me three minutes to explain,” Melinda requested as they reached the front of the couch.
Jennifer took a seat on the couch, appearing nonchalant as she adjusted her white gloves. “No need,” she replied as her voice
filled with icy detachment. “Your explanation today is nothing but a cover-up you’ve been thinking about.”
“Why won’t you trust others?” Melinda softly inquired, her tone devoid of complaint, brimming with patience. “By refusing to do
so, you only harm yourself. Perhaps I can assist you in finding a way to heal.”

Jennifer snapped, raising her eyes with a look of disgust. “I have never encountered such an audacious individual like you, who
persists in staying despite all attempts to drive you away!”
Melinda’s face reddened and swollen, but she maintained her composure as she calmly explained, “I am Chloe, Taylor’s mentor.
Here is my email. As she spoke, she retrieved her phone and handed it to Jennifer.