Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 236 Stanley’s Condition

Ever since young. Stanley had been taking good care of Mervin from behind the scenes, but the two never had much direct contact with each other.

Mervin also knew that Stanley didn’t like him. Stanley was only doing this out of either responsibility or guilt. Mervin wasn’t the least bit happy about keeping Stanley’s woman near him. Melinda wasn’t any common woman; she was the only woman Mervin could look in the eye.

Upstairs, Melinda took her pills, then put down the glass. She remained seated, leaning against the headboard.

She wasn’t sad about her miscarriage at all, nor was she worried about her body. Her mind was wholly occupied by thoughts of Stanley.

Her thoughts remained in the emergency room, stuck in that tense situation.

That night, thoughts of Stanley possessed both her waking and sleeping hours. She felt that her mind was breaking down.

She hugged the pillow and lay on the bed on her side, finally entering into a light sleep at a late hour.

She was tired, and she missed him. Her heart was filled with guilt. She wished she could have crossed the road slightly later.

In Navelic, in a VIP ICU floor’s innermost bedroom of the luxury suite, Stanley finally escaped death’s claws after 36 hours of rescue efforts. However, he still hadn’t woken up.

His head was wrapped in thick bandages and his arms were plastered as well. Various injuries on his body were stitched, and he looked like he was patched together. No one dared to touch him.

Monica, who had lost a lot of weight, sat by his bed and looked at him with a vacant gaze. She remained silent, and her tears had already run dry

Jennifer asked the surgeon, her

was dark as he replied in Brundelian, “Whether he can wake up or not, or when he wakes up, is entirely

constricted. “What did

spoke up. He said in Corynthean, “It means that Mr. Fox might be in a persistent vegetative state.”

Boom!

like a clap of thunder that sent tremors through Jennifer’s and Monica’s hearts. Their hearts were in wrenching pain as they looked

the moon sank, and the sun

light of dawn shone upon the huge villa by the sea, the gentle light filtered in through the windows and spilled quietly on the large, soft

She lay on her side, unmoving. She

the past two weeks, every time she woke up from

also spoke sparingly

on the door, but she remained unaffected. She looked like an

bed. “Ms. Paisley, the weather is quite nice today. Why don’t you come downstairs for breakfast? Mr. Laurent is waiting

like she

said that if you don’t go

her icy

She missed Stanley.

she didn’t hear of his

days as well, but he insisted on filming every day. He donated 2000 ml of blood, but he

2000 ml

as she propped herself up, then looked at Bethany