Chapter 55
“Miss, if anyone asks if I’ve woken up, just say I have and then that I fell back asleep,” Melody said.
The nurse looked at her, sensing Christopher probably wouldn't even ask, but she nodded in agreement. This was a single-person ward. Melody lay in bed, staring blankly out the window. She desperately wanted to leave and be completely rid of that pair of wretched people.
There were only three days left—no, two. She would leave tomorrow. Melody closed her eyes. She had packed everything; now, she only wanted time to pass faster.
Around noon, an unexpected visitor arrived: Sheldon.
“Mrs. Fuller, how are you doing?” he asked, holding a fruit basket. “Mr. Fuller told me to check if you’ve woken up,” he added.
She remained silent, her anger simmering at the mere mention of Christopher's name.
“If you’re physically fine, Mr. Fuller will be at ease. He’s actually quite worried about you,” Sheldon continued.
Melody’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile at his last words. Worried about me? He would be happier if I were dead. Sheldon froze. “How could that be? Mr. Fuller…”
“Enough, I don’t want to hear you make excuses for him. I’m glad you came. Thank you,” she interrupted coldly.
Sheldon fell silent for a moment, then hesitantly relayed Christopher’s account: Christopher claimed Melody wanted to kill him, while she said he wanted her dead. What exactly was going on?
“Mrs. Fuller, is there a misunderstanding between you and Mr. Fuller? If so, it might be better to clarify things face-to-face, or I can pass on your message,” he suggested. Melody’s expression became even more mocking.
“He’s really good at twisting things around. He actually said I intentionally caused the gas leak.” Melody ground her teeth in anger, her body trembling with fury. “If he thinks I’m standing in the way of his happiness, then why didn’t he just agree to the divorce? Does he have to go as far as trying to kill me? He is a bastard! I was blind back then!”
Hearing her enraged curses, Sheldon quietly swallowed. As the anger subsided, she regained her composure. She looked at him and said, “I don’t need to explain anything to him. Even if the truth is right before him, he will still blame me for it. You can never wake someone who’s pretending to be asleep. Anyway, it’ll be over tomorrow. There’s no need to keep dragging this out. I’ll take it as my retribution that heaven gave me a second chance at life.”
Sheldon furrowed his brows in confusion. “I’ll be over tomorrow? What do you mean by that?”
“Please don’t tell anyone else about this, and don’t try to explain things on my behalf. You’d only be dragging yourself into trouble. Christopher won’t listen to anything he doesn’t want to hear,” she advised.
He pursed his lips, sighing inwardly, and left the ward.
In the president’s office at Fuller Group, Christopher sat at his desk, glancing at his watch. It had been twenty minutes since Sheldon left. For the past couple of days, he had been furious at everything Melody had done, but he hadn’t gone to the ward to confront her. Instead, he chose to remain silent and let things cool down.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He had every reason to confront her and even sue her for attempted murder. But the thought of that frail figure he had seen through the glass in the ward, and the fact that she had almost died, kept him from acting. Ultimately, he could only fume in silence, unable to reprimand her. After all, Melody had done all this out of jealousy and spite, though her methods were extreme.
Yesterday, in his anger, he had rejected Cynthia’s suggestion to find a new place for her. But now, he decided to wait until she was discharged to arrange a new place for her to stay. As he was lost in thought, there was a knock on his office door. It was Sheldon.