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,

he replied in Brundelian, “Whether he can wake up

constricted. “What did

means that Mr. Fox might be in a

Boom!

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

sank, and the sun rose in

villa by the sea, the gentle light filtered in through

eyes. She lay on her side, unmoving. She only blinked her eyes, but tears started

weeks, every time she woke up

spoke sparingly and

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

bed. “Ms. Paisley, the weather is quite nice today.

behaved like she hadn’t

you don’t go

her icy cold

She missed Stanley.

had passed by, but she didn’t

“Ms. Paisley, Mr. Laurent is very weak these days as well, but he insisted on

2000 ml

as she propped herself up, then looked at Bethany