Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 243 Stanley’s Finger Moved
The moment the ringtone sounded, her heart twisted into a knot again-desiring to know about his condition, yet fearing it might
be bad news. Her inner tension, conflict, and unease were overwhelming.
“Hello.” As the ringing ended, Taylor’s familiar voice came through. “This is Taylor Cohen. How can I help you?”
“It’s me,” Melinda spoke softly. “How is he?”
“Master?” He sounded surprised. “Is this your number?”
“No.” Her eyes welled up with tears, and she tried to remain calm. “This is Mervin’s phone. Please tell me, how is he now? What
is the specific situation? Has he escaped from death’s door?”
“He has, but he hasn’t woken up yet,” he told her honestly. “We don’t know when he will either. There’s a possibility he’ll fall into
a coma, or he may wake up someday shortly.” His words lacked certainty.
Tears rolled down, and Melinda felt a burning pain engulfing her. A trace of sorrow flickered in her eyes. “You’ll find a way to
wake him up, won’t you? You will try your best, right?”
She placed all her hopes on her disciple.
“He can’t be in a coma!” Panic filled her heart, her voice trembling with anxiety. “He’s a genius, a legend in the business world. If
he falls into a coma, what difference does it make from being dead?”novelxo.com fast update
“Master. Taylor’s heart tightened as well. “I will do my best, but many things don’t always play out well no matter how hard you
try. So, if I can’t do it, please don’t blame me.”
She held the phone, tears streaming down like rain. Even breathing felt painful. “I don’t blame you... I can only hate myself.”
“Are you alright?” He was worried about her emotions. “Where are you? Has he done anything to you?”
Melinda did not answer him. She sadly hung up the phone and slowly took it away from her car. For a brief moment, she felt the
air filled with shards of glass, each breath stabbing her lungs. Coma He might just never wake up....
That was a reality that she could not accept, no matter what.

That night, she cried and blamed herself for a long time. She flipped through the photo album repeatedly, caressing the image of
his face filled with smiles, helpless and sparkling tears falling on his face.
That night, she could not sleep again.
Melinda lay in bed with the photo album in her arms, and her tears could not stop like a broken faucet. Her heart was shattered,
the pain tearing her apart, bleeding profusely in utter devastation.
Meanwhile, there were two empty liquor bottles on the table in the neighboring room, permeating the air with a strong smell of
alcohol. Mervin held half a bottle of whiskey in his hand, still drinking. It was clear that he was not in a good mood too. What is
the point of taking Melinda away from Stanley if he can’t wake up?
so remarkable? Aren’t you capable of everything?What’s the big deal about lying down?!
Tears glistened in Mervin’s eyes, his expression extremely solemn. Deep down, he also hoped that Stanley would wake up..
Right?
Two months passed in the blink of an eye...
During that period, Melinda did not leave the house and stayed in the seaside villa. There was never a smile on her face, and
she rarely spoke, consistently worried about Stanley. However, she dared not ask Mervin for the phone again, afraid of angering
him and causing him to do something out of line.
He would go out to film every day and come home to have dinner with her after work. There was no communication, but they
maintained a peaceful coexistence.
In a heavily guarded VIP ward in Navelic.
Monica had been by the bedside for two months. She had no interest in managing the company’s affairs, but fortunately, Max
could handle it, and Jennifer was also at ease.
The room was unusually quiet. The breeze of early summer rustled the curtains.
Stanley had yet to wake. His wounds had healed, and the bandages had been removed, revealing his handsome face.
Just when Monica saw no hope, the distinct joints of his fingers moved unconsciously. She stared at that hand with wide eyes,
thinking it was an illusion!