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?”

placed all her hopes on

legend in the business world. If he falls into a coma, what difference does it make from

“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

down like rain. Even breathing felt painful. “I don’t blame you… I can only hate

her emotions. “Where are you?

it away from her car. For a brief moment, she felt the air filled with shards of glass, each breath stabbing her lungs.

she could

herself for a long time. She flipped through the photo album repeatedly, caressing the

night, she could not sleep

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

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.

Aren’t you capable of everything?What’s the big

glistened in Mervin’s eyes, his expression extremely solemn. Deep down, he also hoped that