Semua Bab He Regrets After The Countdown to Our Divorce: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Mellisa’s POVTony, who clearly couldn’t take it anymore, took a step closer, his face twisted in disbelief and anger. “Mum, are you out of your mind?” he snapped, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension between us.His mother, however, still held my hands, the grip firm and unyielding, as if she were holding on to a lifeline. “You know, I fully understand how you feel about all of these. You are the future as far as I am concerned in this,” she said, her tone unusually soft but laden with determination. “So please, just have a rethink and consider what I said.”I could feel the weight of her plea, and part of me wanted to reach for the security of a familiar path, to acquiesce and make her happy. But my mind had long been made up, my boundaries drawn in concrete. I shook my head gently and spoke clearly, firmly. “Thank you, Mrs. Morgan but I can’t accept your offer.”Her eyes widened, and before I could react further, she threw off my hand in a flurry of anger, the

Mellisa’s POV“The fact is that Morgan Group has the resources,” someone in the crowd muttered. The tone carried that annoying confidence people get when they think they’re stating obvious truth.“And honestly,” another voice chimed in, “I heard Sophia’s salary is 15 million dollars a year. So her skill could rival Mellisa… maybe even better.”That “maybe even better” rolled under my skin like sand.Before I could react, Tony shot to his feet, his anger almost louder than the microphone.“I propose that plagiarists like Mellisa should be blacklisted internationally. And trash companies like M&J should go bankrupt immediately!”A few gasps scattered around, but the disgust on his face was louder.I faced him sharply. “The only people who should be blacklisted here are you and Sophia.”He scoffed. “What do you mean? Can you even hear yourself?”I felt the heat rise in my chest, but before I could speak again, a voice cut through like a clean blade.“This janitor was bribed by Sophia And

Mellisa’s POVAfter the conference wrapped up, flashes from cameras still dotted my eyes. Reporters hung around near the exit, trying to pull a few last words out of me, but I wasn’t in the mood for any more noise as I just wanted quiet.Josh stayed beside me through it all—steady, calm, the same way he’s been since this whole event started. He has been very supportive, making sure that it was all a success. When we finally stepped out into the cool evening air from the event hall, I turned to him.“Can we stop by the hospital first?” I asked softly. “I want to see Hearty.”He didn’t hesitate. “Of course. I’ll drive to the hospital so we can see her.” You know, that's one sweet part about Josh, he just wants to be practically part of me. He doesn't hesitate or even give it a second thought to assist me in anything when I need his help.The ride there was mostly silent, except for the hum of the road and a soft radio station that kept fading in and out. My mind wasn’t even really here

Author’s POVBack at the hospital.Inside one of the ward’s rooms, two doctors stood by Hearty’s bedside on their white coats, faces tense like they were holding more than just their professional duties.One of them, Dr. Felix checked the patient chart one last time before lowering his voice. “Three years,” he muttered. “Can you imagine? Mrs. Morgan ordered three whole years of induced sedation just to keep her sister, Mellisa, loyal and grateful.”His colleague, Dr. Vera, stiffened a little and turned toward him. “You shouldn’t be saying that out loud,” she whispered sharply, glancing at the door like she expected a nurse to be eavesdropping or something. “You know what happens to people who talk too much about the Morgans.”Dr. Felix sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know. But it’s just… wrong, Vera. We’re supposed to heal people, not cage them in their own bodies for someone else’s manipulation. That girl…Hearty—she didn’t deserve this. And for what? To play some emotional game with

Mellisa’s POV“Watch out!”The shout sliced through the room. I snapped my eyes open and for a heartbeat I didn’t believe it as it felt like a shadow when I saw a hand and also, having that familiar face. That was Josh, which only God knows how exactly he badged in here. And so, he barreled forward, shoulder first, and the metal rod meant for me connected with his arm instead. He grunted, staggered — but he didn’t go down. In everything, he still made sure that I was under his cover and to think that he looked like he was ever ready to do this just for my sake over again got me so emotional but I tried to control it instantly.“Josh!” I screamed in a raw voice.Tony swung the rod again and he moved like someone who’d been given permission to be cruel. He laughed as if this was a joke while Josh covered his injured arm with the other, biting back a sound, and moved to shield me.There was another swing from Tony but this time it landed against the bedside and the metal sounded so loud