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

he wake up?” Jennifer

replied in Brundelian, “Whether he can wake up or

chest constricted. “What did he

means that Mr. Fox might

Boom!

that sent tremors through Jennifer’s and Monica’s hearts. Their hearts were in wrenching pain as they

sank, and the sun rose in

dawn shone upon the huge villa by the sea, the gentle light

her side, unmoving. She only blinked her

every time she woke up from

spoke sparingly and closed herself

the door, but she

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

like she hadn’t heard

if you don’t go

indifferent as her icy cold tears

She missed Stanley.

a month had passed by, but she didn’t hear of his

but say, “Ms. Paisley, Mr. Laurent is very weak these days as well, but

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propped herself up, then looked