Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker (Chapters 46, 47, 48, 49 & 50)   

Chapter 46

Ken attributed Melody’s love for sleep to laziness, but discovering it was due to his grandmother’s illness shifted his perspective. “I guess I was mistaken about her,” he pondered.

However, this realization didn’t soften his view of her materialistic tendencies. Observing her, he couldn’t shake the notion that her efforts to cure Grandma were merely a quest for wealth and status. Women driven by materialism and schemes were his least favorite.

Meanwhile, Melody meticulously examined the medicinal herbs David Chen handed over. Aware of his good intentions but reckless nature, she couldn’t forget how his mistake almost cost her dearly in her past life. Thus, she cautiously approached his prescriptions, unwilling to repeat past mistakes.

David observed as Melody meticulously scrutinized his prescription. Growing somewhat irritated, he furrowed his brow and responded, “What exactly are you searching for? Do you suspect I might have overlooked something? I’ve assembled the herbs exactly as per the list you provided. If you have doubts, feel free to explore other herbal dispensaries.”

My manner was direct, even with customers. He remained steadfast whenever someone appeared to be questioning his capabilities.

Melody shook her head, persisting in her examination of the herbs. As she worked, she explained, “It’s not a lack of trust in you or the establishment. This prescription is crucial, and there’s no room for error..” Her words trailed off as she halted abruptly, pointing at one of the herbs with a dissatisfied expression, “What is this?”

David glanced at it and responded bluntly, “It’s star anise, naturally. Why even bother if you’re unsure of what you’re inspecting?”

Melody’s expression darkened as she picked up some of the herbs she pointed at and repeated firmly, “Look at it closely and tell me what it is again.

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“It’s the star…” David began to respond, his voice trailing off abruptly as he glanced at the herbs in Melody’s hand. His eyes widened in fear as he realized what had happened.

“Th–this…” David stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment. He hastily seized the herbs and darted off, mumbling as he departed, “Just wait a moment…”

Ken observed David’s hurried exit and turned to inquire, “What going on?”

Sensing the presence of other patrons in the store, she lowered her voice to avoid causing a scene. “He packed the wrong herbs. Those herbs weren’t star anise. It’s another type of anise that could be fatal if misused.”

After the explanation, a palpable chill settled in the air, and Ken’s expression turned icy. Following a tense pause, David rushed over with a fresh pack of herbs clutched in his hand.

He bowed deeply before Melody, his voice trembling with urgency. “I deeply apologize, Miss. I made an error, but I’ve already rectified it. I assure you, it was unintentional! Despite their similar appearance, the two herbs are stored in entirely separate locations. It’s unfathomable how I could have made such a mistake, but that’s no excuse, he explained, his expression fraught with concern.

“I take full responsibility for this oversight. I’ll contact the store manager immediately and confess my blunder. Please accept my sincere apologies, David pleaded, fully aware of the gravity of his mistake.

A sheen of sweat formed on his brow as David contemplated the potential consequences. He recalled his earlier irritation at Melody’s scrutiny, yet now it became clear that her vigilance had likely averted a catastrophe. With such a serious blunder, he faced the grim possibility of manslaughter charges and inevitable imprisonment should someone suffer harm as a result.

“Accept your apology?” Ken’s eyes narrowed, his tone turning icy

Despite his charming features, Ken’s steely expression radiated intimidation. David felt a shiver run down his spine at his words, and even Melody couldn’t help but flinch.

“That’s all Just an apology?” Ken’s voice rose with each word, filled with a palpable anger. “If anything happens to my grandmother, nothing will suffice, even if you had ten lives to offer!”

“L…” David acknowledged his mistake, relinquishing any attempt to defend himself. Instead, he bowed repeatedly in apology to Ken and Melody, fully aware of the severity of his error.

The commotion seized the attention of the patrons in the herbal store, drawing their curious gazes toward the source.

Some recognized Ken, their eyes widening in surprise, and whispers began to ripple through the air. “Isn’t that Ken Swanson?” one voice murmured.

“Ken Swanson!” Melody interjected, gripping his arm to prevent any further outburst.

In her previous life, this herbal store had been the first to recognize and validate Melody’s medical expertise, contributing to her growing reputation. Their support had ultimately played a significant role in her eventual marriage to Ulric Swanson.

Melody was grateful for their past support and recognition. Despite her limited interactions with the establishment in this life, she had no desire to tarnish their reputation. Moreover, she sensed there was more to this situation than met the eye.

With Melody’s intervention, Ken ceased his tirade and turned his attention towards her, “Why? Did I say something wrong?

“No, Melody shook her head, her tone firm “People are watching you. I think it’s best not to make a scene about this, especially considering your grandmother, she advised.

Recalling the abrupt shift in his grandmother’s demeanor the previous night and the shock of seeing her condition, Ken complied with Melody’s suggestion and fell silent.

Let’s pay

for the herbs and leave first. I need to speak with you privately. Melody directed, subtly signaling David to hand over the prescription. David swiftly packed the herbs into a bag and respectfully passed it to Melody.

Melody accepted the bag from him and spoke in a hushed tone, her words laden with gravity. “I’m not sure if this is your first error, but I hope it’s your last. Promise me that, or there will be consequences.”

David’s eyes widened in disbelief as he processed Melody’s words ‘Is she letting me off?‘ he pondered, a wave of relief washing over him

“I–I understand” I promise I won’t repeat this mistake,” he pledged, tears brimming as he bowed deeply to Melody. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Many believed that a person’s character was reflected in their appearance. Yet, despite Mélody’s unconventional looks, her inherent kindness radiated brightly. Perhaps not all sayings are accurate, David reflected.

Melody nodded solemnly, then turned to Ken. “Let’s go. We’ll talk outside.”

Ken observed Melody thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. As he watched her depart from the store, he couldn’t shake the feeling that an air of mystery surrounded her.

Seeing Melody already leaving the store, Ken followed suit after giving David a warning glance. He was determined to hear Melody’s rationale for pardoning David. ‘If she can’t provide a valid reason, I’ll make sure he faces the consequences, he resolved firmly.

Once outside the store, Melody walked in the opposite direction Ken paused and hesitated briefly before deciding to follow her. Closing the distance, he silently relieved her of the weighty bag of herbs and walked ahead solemnly.

Chapter 47

As Ken took the bag of herbs from her. Melody couldn’t help but be surprised. ‘He’s actually helping me with the bags she thought, a faint smile dancing in her eyes. It was an unexpected act of chivalry, especially considering his aloof and cold demeanor.

As Melody watched him walk ahead, she couldn’t shake the sense of intrigue enveloping her. The more I interact with him, the more difficult it becomes to define him, she reflected, her curiosity piqued about the true essence of his character.

“Let’s stop here,” Melody said, regaining her focus. They had entered a secluded alley, no longer needing to worry about prying cars.

Ken halted in his tracks, turning to face Melody with a stoic expression. “So, why did you choose to let that guy off the hook?” he queried, his tone steady and direct. “You’re well aware that this place isn’t like other shops. Mistakes made here can have serious consequences, he remarked

Beyond his immediate concern for his grandmother, Ken also considered the countless patients who relied on the store for their medication Ultimately, he was eager to hear Melody’s explanation, curious about her motives and intentions behind her decision.

Melody didn’t waste any time getting to the point. I think something’s fishy,” she said bluntly.

Ken raised an eyebrow. “Fishy?”

“Yes, Melody nodded. “I might not be familiar with things around Silverlake, but I’ve heard of Herbathrive. It’s been around for ages, with many experienced staff and physicians who know their herbs. Even the most junior staff there would have a solid foundation in traditional medicine. So, mixing up the two different herbs we saw just now? Seems odd, doesn’t it?”

Ken caught on quickly. His expression turned serious as he processed Melody’s observation. “You think someone messed with things in the shop to cause the mix–up?” he asked.

“Exactly, Melody nodded. “Especially considering what the staff and earlier. Those herbs might look similar, but they’re stored far apart. And the staff member seemed seasoned enough to know better. So, I’m thinking someone might be trying to harm your grandmother,” she suggested. “Or maybe even trying to frame me.”

As Melody voiced her suspicions, a tense silence enveloped them both. ‘Someone is scheming to harm Mrs. Margaret Swanson, perhaps even aiming to implicate me. Her mind buzzed with thoughts, and suddenly, a name flashed into her mind.

“Astrid Swanson! Both Ken and Melody exclaimed simultaneously, the name hanging heavy in the air.

Their shared revelation drew them to exchange a knowing glance, a sense of uncertainty fingering between them until Melody spoke up. Tm trying to say that the staff who served us isn’t the culprit here. If our assumptions are correct, then it’s Astrid Swanson who’s orchestrating this, she stated firmly, her voice cutting through the silence.

Ken wasted no time, striding purposefully towards the alley’s exit. Uncertain of his intentions, Melody hurried after him and grasped his arm firmly. “Where are you off to?” she inquired, her voice tinged with concern.
“To uncover the truth,” Ken replied swiftly, his voice firm and resolute. He couldn’t bear the thought of his beloved grandmother being in danger without taking action.

Astrid Swanson is truly behind this… Ken’s thoughts raced angrily, his fists clenched in frustration. With all the grievances I hold against her and her son, I’ll make sure to make their lives a living hell, even if it means I would have to break the law!‘ he thought while walking.

Melody’s hand tightened around Ken’s arm firmly, stopping him in his tracks. “No, you can’t do that! Her voice rose with urgency. Think about it, Ken, Melody implored, her eyes locking onto his with intensity. “Herbathrive has so many employees, but who’s to say there aren’t informants among them? They could have already tipped off Astrid Swanson when they realized we found out about the wrong herbs. If you rush in now, she could have scrubbed away all traces of evidence and might even counter–acuse you of plotting against her. They’ve already tarnished your reputation enough, so why give them more ammunition?” Her analysis was swift and sharp, each word laced with a sense of caution and strategic thinking

Ken was indeed caught up in the moment earlier, his anger driving him forward with zeal. But as Melody’s words reached him, they acted like a sudden jolt, snapping him back to reality.

As Ken regained his composure, Melody released his arm, her expression firm. “Stay focused. Right now, the priority is your grandmother’s treatment. Anything else would only distract and delay her recovery,” she stressed. I’ll be honest with you, Ken. Your grandmother’s condition has dragged on for far too long. It’s a miracle she’s held on this far. If we don’t act swiftly. not even the most skilled doctors could save her, Melody emphasized, her tone grave.

Ken frowned, nodding in understanding. “You’re right. I won’t pursue this matter until my grandmother is well.”

Melody let out a sigh of relief and nodded in agreement. “Great, she said.

As she turned to head towards the car, Ken’s voice caught her off guard from behind. “How do you know all this?”

Melody paused, momentarily confused about what Ken was referring to, and looked back at him with a furrowed brow,

“I mean…” Ken took a step closer, his presence looming over her. Melody could almost count the lashes framing his eyes. With his towering six-foot frame, he seemed daunting.

Instinctively, Melody took a step back, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Then, Ken continued in a casual tone, “You’re just a girl who recently returned from the countryside to Silverlake. How do you have such insights? You seem to know Astrid Swanson well, and you have a lot of faith in me. I’ve been meaning to ask, why are you so certain I didn’t cause Ulric’s leg injury?
Melody’s heart raced within her chest, each beat echoing loudly in her ears as a surge of nervousness washed over her. It felt like the man standing before her had uncovered her deepest secrets with just a glance.

“B–because Melody steeled herself, her voice slightly trembling as she spoke, “Because L. I like you! When you care about someone, isn’t it natural to have unwavering faith in them! And as for Astrid Swanson, it’s pretty clear she’s not exactly a saint.”

“What!” Ken’s expression shifted to one of bewildered disbelief as he looked at Melody.

“Her confession seems. off, Ken thought, studying her carefully Despite his lack of romantic experience, he knew the look of someone truly in love, and it didn’t quite match Melody’s demeanor. I just can’t seem to figure this woman out.”

“Y–yes,” Melody insisted, trying to maintain a sense of resolve in her voice as she met Ken’s gaze. ‘I have to stay composed and assert that my trust in him stems from my feelings for him. Maybe then, he’ll believe me,’ she silently hoped.

“Well, how intriguing, Ken remarked, a faint smile gracing his lips, revealing dimples on his handsome face.

“Intriguing? Melody raised an eyebrow, puzzled by Ken’s response. A woman just bared her feelings, and he finds it intriguing? What does he mean by that?‘ she wondered.

Still pondering his reaction, Melody watched as Ken suddenly turned away and declared, “We’ve spent enough time here, Let’s go and get Grandma’s treatment started.” With that, he begins walking towards his car.

Relief flooded over Melody as she realized Ken wasn’t pressing for more details. Her heart was racing, and her forehead was sweaty.

She noticed “Ken is too sharp, Melody thought, a shiver running down her spine as she recalled his penetrating gaze. It felt as if he could see right through me, see through all my thoughts and emotions. Wary of his perceptive nature, Melody resolved to avoid being alone with him in the future.

Hastening to catch up, Melody intercepted Ken before he could enter the car. Meeting his gaze, she said, “Thank you for earlier.” Recalling the harrowing scene at the cliff’s edge, Melody vividly remembered the precariousness of their situation and the imminent risk of plummeting to the bottom. Though it might seem overdue, it was the first chance she had to express her gratitude, considering the gravity of the situation and all that had transpired since.

Chapter 48

While Melody sincerely expressed her gratitude, Ken merely nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor betraying a hint of indifference despite her heartfelt thanks.

Observing his lackluster response, Melody wisely took the cue and climbed into the car without further ado, Given Ken’s apparent affluence, she resolved to repay his kindness by curing his grandmother’s ailment instead.

Once settled in the car’s plush interior. Melody’s mind immediately turned to the task at hand. She began calculating the precise dosages of the herbal ingredients, her brow furrowing in concentration. The previous night, she had been meticulously researching the prescription, leaving her little time for anything else.

If only my mentor were here, Melody thought wistfully, her gaze drifting to the passing scenery outside the car window. T wouldn’t have to strain my mind so for this prescription. But I can’t just call him anyway.

Melody’s medicinal mentor had retreated to a secluded life in the countryside for undisclosed reasons, Reluctant to burden him with her troubles, especially considering her vendetta against the deceitful Swanson family, she resolved to manage on her own. After firmly deciding against seeking her mentor’s assistance, Melody felt a newfound clarity settling in her mind, her determination unwavering despite the obstacles ahead.

Before arriving at the Swanson villa, Melody had meticulously listed the usage and dosage of the various medicinal herbs. Some were meant for external application, others required grinding into powder for oral consumption, and the remainder needed to be brewed and decocted. While the process might appear straightforward, it was anything but simple.

“Mr. Ken and Miss Fox, we’ve arrived, the driver announced upon parking the vehicle at their destination. “Thank you,” Melody acknowledged the driver with a nod of gratitude as she stepped out of the car. Ken followed suit from the opposite side.

Walking side by side, Melody couldn’t help but notice several other cars parked nearby, all bearing non–local license plates. hinting that there were guests in the house.

Are they expecting guests today? Melody briefly pondered the thought before refocusing on her primary objective of curing Margaret Swanson’s ailment.

Glancing at Ken, Melody noticed his gaze briefly linger on the two cars with non–local plates before he redirected his attention and walked alongside her toward the house.

Ken’s longer strides forced Melody to quicken her pace to keep up. Recognizing her struggle, he adjusted his steps, allowing her to match his pace comfortably.

As they neared the door, Melody couldn’t resist asking. “Should use the side entrance instead? If there are guests, keeping your grandmother’s condition confidential might be wise.”

Melody couldn’t shake the thought of the potential consequences if she had misdiagnosed Margaret Swanson. What if it was a rare condition, and she was truly pregnant? she thought, her mind swirling with uncertainty.

But Ken dismissed the idea with a shake of his head, indicating it wasn’t necessary,

Melody felt a wave of relief wash over her at his response. Knowing Ken’s deep devotion to his grandmother, his lack of concern implied that they had likely confirmed the diagnosis after Melody’s departure yesterday. I suppose my diagnosis was correct, and she wasn’t pregnant, she thought, feeling reassured by the situation.
Upon entering the living room, Melody anticipated seeing guests, yet to her surprise, the space was empty except for two servants tidying up.

Perhaps the guests were led to the lounge for some coffee Melody pondered. That might be for the best anyway” She internally reasoned that fewer people could ensure peace and confidentiality during the treatment.

Lost in her thoughts, Melody failed to notice Ken’s intent gaze upon her.

Since Melody declared trust in his innocence regarding Ulric’s leg injury yesterday, Ken had been vigilant, even dispatching spies to monitor her. Her words didn’t sway him, but they made him suspect her of being an informant sent by Astrid Swanson

Ken needed more information to confirm Melody’s allegiance. However, reports from his informants indicated that Melody hadn’t ventured into the backyard or used the side entrance she mentioned earlier. Yet, she spoke of it as if she were familiar with the layout.

Melody Fox.. ken thought, his curiosity piqued. Who exactly ate you?

Melody and Ken quickly reached the hall outside Margaret’s room. However, unlike yesterday, there were no guards outside, and they could hear a buzz of activity from outside.

Before Melody could inquire about the situation, Ken had already marched into the space, and she quickly followed suit. Upon entering, a middle-aged man immediately caught Melody’s attention. He stood tall and commanding, radiating an air of authority and strength. His sharp gaze, framed by thick brows added to his imposing presence.

His attire and demeanor indicated that he had just returned home. Melody instantly recognized him as Ramon Swanson. the Swanson Group’s current chairman. He was Ken’s father and also the head of the Swanson family.

Ramon’s absence the previous day was due to his flight being canceled due to inclement weather, but he returned home today. While Melody wasn’t surprised to see him, a group of doctors standing nearby caught her off guard.

The doctors were in a heated discussion about Margaret’s condition. Some appeared to be in disagreement, their faces flushed due to the intensity of the debate.

Among them, Melody recognized a few doctors she had heard of in her previous life. One was still in scrubs, his stethoscope hanging out of his coat pocket, indicating that he had just rushed over after a shift.

Melody was momentarily stunned as thoughts buzzed in her mind. ‘So, I risked my life to gather the medicinal herbs, but in the end, I am just a substitute among many other doctors they consulted? Despite feeling sidelined, Melody quickly grasped the Swanson family’s approach

To them, she was merely a girl from the countryside. Even if she possessed exceptional medical skills, they likely viewed her as a mediocre rural doctor, unfit for their status. Though she understood why they consulted these renowned doctors, Melody couldn’t help feeling dejected.

With a sense of futility creeping in, Melody feared she would have to successfully treat other patients to prove her medical skills and knowledge. However, giving up just like this was not her style.

Ignoring the doctor’s presence, Melody approached Ramon and introduced herself, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Ramon. I’m Melody Fox. I examined Mrs. Margaret Swanson’s condition yesterday and brought some–medicinal herbs today. I wonder if she is available for me to take another look today?”

The moment Melody spoke, the few doctors in the room instantly fell silent and turned to look at her, their eyes scrutinizing her.

Ramon was listening to the doctors discussing Margaret’s condition when he heard someone addressing him from behind. Subconsciously, he turned and saw Melody.

When he saw Melody, he momentarily frowned but quickly smothered into a polite smile. “You must be Miss Fox. Nice to meet you,” Kamon extended his hand towards her courteously. However, Melody caught a hint of disdain in Ramon’s eyes. fleeting yet unmistakable-

Like Ramon, upper–class people always seemed adept at putting on a fake facade and concealing their true feelings. Melody understood Ramon very well, considering he was her father–in–law in her previous life. Despite his courteous demeanor, Melody knew better than to underestimate the depth of his cunning.

Ramon was the type of man who wasn’t exactly faithful. He remarried Astrid Swanson shortly after his first wife passed. In Melody’s eyes, he was no better than her father, Russell Fox.

Although Ramon remained outwardly polite to everyone, his demeanor exuded a refined aloofness, a testament to his deeply ingrained sense of class consciousness. Melody, attuned to the subtleties of the high society, couldn’t help but discern the underlying currents beneath his courteous facade.

As Ramon extended his hand towards her, Melody observed the fine lines etched upon his features, betraying years of privilege and entitlement. Nevertheless, Melody remained composed, her own upbringing instilling in her the importance of grace and diplomacy in such interactions. She reciprocated his gesture with practiced ease, clasping his hand in a firm yet polite handshake.

The next moment, Ramon began introducing the doctors present to her.

This is Dr. Desmond Hart,” he gestured towards a distinguished–looking man, “the vice president and an important figure of the Silverlake Hospital. And here we have Dr. Adrian Russo, he indicated to another person in scrubs, “a top surgeon from Insterimond Central Hospital.

As Ramon proceeded with the introductions, Melody observed each doctor closely. The five doctors nodded to her in acknowledgment, their expressions reserved yet conveying a subtle sense of authority.

It was clear to Melody that Ramon’s intention in presenting these distinguished doctors was to assert his authority and remind her of her place amidst such esteemed company.

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Melody could tell that the doctors shared Ramon’s sentiments, as none seemed to take her seriously.

The vice president of Silverlake Hospital, Desmond Hart, even turned to Ramon and inquired, “Mr. Ramon, surely this young lady isn’t another doctor you’ve brought in, right?”

Ramon appeared to be considering his response, but Margaret’s voice called from behind them before he could answer, “Is that you, Melody

“Yes, it’s me,” Melody replied. Margaret’s voice called out again, more anxious this time, “What are you doing outside! Come in quickly.”

Margaret sounded so worried that Melody feared she might have developed new symptoms. Ignoring Ramon and the doctors, she hurried into the room.

Ken instinctively followed after her but paused briefly in front of Ramon. “Why wasn’t I informed about these doctors?”
asked.

Ramon gave him a dismissive glance and replied, “I know you too well. You would just go along with your grandmother. If she loses her head, you follow right along. Do you think I’d just leave you both to be?”

“Bringing in a young girl to treat the old lady, that’s complete madness, Ramon thought.

Ken wanted to say something but decided against it, quickly following Melody into his grandmother’s room..

The doctors resumed their heated discussion about Margaret’s condition, completely unfazed by Melody’s presence.

To them, she was just an insignificant young girl, her presence hardly registering on their radar. They perceived her as unworthy of being considered a peer, certainly no threat to their expertise or authority. Without giving her a second thought, they dismissed her entirely and continued their fervent debate, their voices overlapping as they argued various diagnoses and treatment plans.

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Meanwhile, inside the room, Melody was relieved that Margaret was still in good condition. Realizing that Margaret was simply eager to meet her, Melody turned to greet Astrid instead

“Hello, Mrs. Astrid, Melody greeted. However, she froze when her gaze caught someone near the door.

It was Ulric Swanson. His chiseled features and handsome looks were accentuated by the pristine white loungewear he wore, exuding an air of refined elegance.
As Melody looked at him, their eyes met, and Ulric’s light brown eyes locked onto hers. He still hadn’t realized he had mistaken her for her sister, Mabel Fox.

Ulric appeared slightly surprised as he observed her face. Isn’t Mabel supposed to be the top socialite in the city? Why does she look so ghastly? Could she have developed a skin condition recently he wondered. Despite her looks, he silently conceded that her bearing and poise hinted at her upper–class upbringing.

Relieved that she wasn’t the one he was engaged to, Ulric maintained a composed exterior despite his thoughts, even offering Melody a friendly smile. He nodded slightly and greeted her, “Miss Fox, nice to meet you.”

In Ulric’s mind, girls his age often fancied handsome, gentle, and wealthy men. Smiling confidently, he expected Melody’s eyes to light up at the sight of him. However, instead of admiration, he saw a cold, disdainful look in her clear eyes, even catching a fleeting sense of hatred

Why do I feel like she hates me? Puzzled, Ulric stared at Melody Suddenly, she smiled and said, “Hello, Mr. Ulric.”

Ulric was momentarily taken aback, then nodded. ‘I must have been mistaken, he thought. “This girl has no reason to hate me since this is our first meeting with each other.

With that thought, he dismissed any further suspicions but failed to notice Melody’s clenched fist under her sleeves and forced smile. He said. “I heard my grandmother specifically asked for you to treat her. Which medical school did you graduate from, Miss Fox?”

Melody used to cherish Ulric deeply, considering him the most handsome gentleman in the world. But after that harrowing experience in her previous life, she found him utterly repulsive and more disgusting than a rat in a sewer.

Regardless of her hatred, she still doesn’t have the power to confront Ulric in this life. I shall pretend to be a harmless little lamb. Well, an ugly little lamb, to be exact, she thought

“Oh, I did not graduate from medical school, though, Melody replied smoothly. “I self–taught myself about health and medicine.

Melody had constantly thought she would lose control of herself upon seeing Ulric again, but she was surprisingly calm and civil. Perhaps my mind had already prepared my body for such a scenario, she thought.

Ulric was slightly taken aback by Melody’s response but quickly understood. As studying medicine would require a longer time frame, many socialites often preferred quick, prestigious courses abroad, such as luxury management, jewelry, or fashion design, before returning home to start their own brands. Hence, he found it remarkable that this lady before him had taught herself some medical skills.
Astrid grew increasingly irritated as she watched her son and Melody converse. She quickly stood up and moved before Ulric, blocking his view. Turning to Melody, she said, “Miss Fox, why were you late? Didn’t your family teach you the importance of punctuality?”

“I” Melody wanted to explain herself but was cut off by Ken. Ken, who had been sitting quietly beside Margaret, spoke up suddenly. “She went to Mount Deer to gather some herbs and also made a trip to Herbathrive. Also, she nearly fell off a cliff while trying to get one particular herb.”

Astrid was momentarily stunned. Only then did she notice the dirt on Melody’s clothes and forehead. “Well, who knows? She looks so dreadful that I don’t even want to look at her, she thought.

Upon hearing Ken’s words, Margaret immediately showed concern for Melody. “My dear, were you hurt at all? Change into clean clothes and get yourself checked. If you were hurt you should treat your wounds immediately.”

“It’s alright, and I know my own body well. I’m okay, as long as you don’t mind all this dirt on me,” Melody replied.

“Don’t be silly. Why would I mind?” Margaret responded warmly, her eyes reflecting genuine gratitude towards Melody’s selflessness.

This young lady was even willing to risk her life for me. What a remarkable child, Margaret thought, noticing the dirt on Melody and the faint lines of exhaustion on her face.

Astrid rolled her eyes inwardly, dismissing Melody’s actions as an attempt to garner favor. It wasn’t like she had actually fallen off the cliff, and she must have exaggerated the danger to win the old lady over. Such a simpleton, this old woman, Astrid thought, her skepticism overshadowing any sense of appreciation.

When Ken spoke up for Melody, Ulric was surprised, as he had never seen him speak up for any woman. “Could she have been gorgeous before her skin condition? he wondered, briefly contemplating the possibility of Melody’s past allure.

“This is getting interesting, Ulric thought, recognizing the potential leverage if there was a romantic entanglement between Ken and Melody. He envisioned various schemes where he could exploit this information to his advantage.

A smirk appeared on his face, and his eyes took on a sinister glint that contrasted sharply with his gentle demeanor. As Astrid stood before him, no one noticed the subtle shift in Ulric’s expression, indicating his calculating nature beneath the façade of charm.

Just then, the doctors outside concluded their discussion about Margaret’s condition. Ramon then led them into the room. hoping to introduce them. However, as the room was relatively small, it suddenly felt cramped with the addition of six people, the atmosphere growing tense with the influx of new arrivals.

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Margaret frowned at the sudden crowd in her room, looking sullenly at Ramon. I’ve already told you I’ve got a doctor to treat me. Why did you trouble these doctors to come?” she said in a low voice.

Ramon smiled apologetically to appease his mother. “Mom, don’t be upset. Having more doctors means we can explore more options, right? Besides, Miss Fox is still quite young and might lack experience. So, we should have these doctors diagnose and treat you instead,” he said,

“Miss Fox, what do you think?” Ramon turned and smiled at Melody. Though smiling, his expression exuded an intimidating sense of authority, as if silently telling Melody that she would be overstepping her bounds if she insisted on treating Margaret.

Though eager to help, Melody respected the patient’s wishes and replied, “As a doctor, I believe the patient’s choice is paramount.”

“Good thinking. Miss Fox, Ramon praised her, though his tone was more dismissive than complimentary. Without seeking further input from Margaret, he turned to the doctors and said, Gentlemen, please share your treatment plans with my mother.”

The group looked to Desmond Hart, the vice president of Silverlake Hospital, to lead and represent them. He stepped forward and stood before Melody, completely blocking her from Margaret.

“Mrs. Margaret, your condition is quite rare, but the examination equipment we brought is limited. Besides getting an ultrasound and a CT scan of your abdomen, there are many other tests you would need to get. Therefore, it would be best if you were admitted to the hospital for a thorough examination, Desmond said.

Margaret frowned, visibly displeased with the suggestion of hospitalization. She disliked hospitals, with their pervasive disinfectant smell and oppressive atmosphere, and preferred the comfort of her own home. Moreover, she still held onto her belief in traditional medicine over modern practices.

With a hint of irritation in her voice, she said, “Do you doctors rely on machines for everything? Melody could diagnose my condition just by checking my pulse. It seems you are not even as capable as a young girl.”

The doctors exchanged glances, their expressions darkening. Their previous condescension toward Melody now turned into a mix of embarrassment and hostility.

If not for the Swanson family’s esteemed reputation in Silverlake, the doctors might have already left the house after being belittled by Margaret’s dismissive attitude.
Desmond swiftly regained his composure and offered a reassuring smile. “Madam, it’s not that we cannot diagnose your condition. Quite the contrary, we simply seek more comprehensive data to ensure your well–being

Despite his thorough explanation, it was evident that Margaret hadn’t absorbed a single word. Recognizing this, Desmond shifted gears to discuss the treatment plan they had previously devised

“A minor surgical procedure is all that’s required, and you’ll feel much better afterward. Rest assured, you’ll be able to resume your normal activities, Desmond assured Margaret.

Margaret’s expression darkened further at the mention of surgery. Sitting up straight in bed, she exclaimed, “What?! You want to cut me open!!”

Tm already in my eighties! And you want me to undergo surgery? Do you know how many elderly folks die on the operating table?” Margaret’s voice boomed through the room, her thoughts echoing her fear, Even if I’m going to pass, I want to do so comfortably at home, with my body intact, she thought.

The doctors hadn’t anticipated such a strong reaction from Margaret, prompting Desmond to step in swiftly to offer reassurance. “Please, don’t worry. The procedure will be painless You’ll be under anesthesia, completely unconscious, while we make a small, four-inch incision. It’s a minor, low–risk surgery, and I assure you there’s no danger involved.” Despite Desmond’s attempts to assuage Margaret’s fears, he couldn’t shake his own doubts. Without a thorough examination and considering Margaret’s advanced age, there were numerous uncontrollable variables to consider, such as post-surgery recovery and the risk of infection
If it had been any other patient, Desmond would have meticulously detailed the potential complications of the surgery. However, in the presence of the influential Swanson family, he hesitated to voice any uncertainties, fearing it might tarnish their perception of the medical team’s competence, Unfortunately, this hesitation only fueled Margaret’s agitation further.

“Four inches!! Do you have any idea how long that is?” Margaret’s voice rose sharply. “Ramon, tell them to leave immediately. I refuse their treatment. I won’t go to the hospital and certainly won’t undergo surgery!”

Ramon’s expression betrayed his distress at his mother’s outburst. He gestured apologetically to the doctors before turning to comfort Margaret. “Mom, please, these are the finest surgeons in the country, with years of experience behind them. If you cooperate, your recovery will be swift. Remember, I still plan to take you on a trip around the world.

“A trip around the world? Spare me the talk. I have no interest in it! I’d rather meet my end at home than on an operating table!” Margaret’s voice reverberated with anger, her frustration palpable.

“Mom Ramon attempted to interject, hoping to persuade her once more.

“Enough!” Margaret cut him off sharply. “I won’t undergo this surgery. If you persist, it’s as if you’re wishing for my demise right now!” Her tone was resolute, her expression steely, hinting at the possibility of extreme action if they continued to pressure her.

Ramon recoiled, caught off guard by his mother’s fierce determination. He dared not push any further.

Meanwhile, Astrid appeared to relish the chaos. She seemed eager for Melody to slip up and exacerbate Margaret’s condition. She gently squeezed Ramon’s hand and remarked, “Smce Mom trusts Miss Fox, let’s hear her treatment plan. Uncomfortable with being compared to a much younger individual, Desmond directed a skeptical gaze at Melody. “It seems Mrs. Margaret has placed considerable trust in you. What treatment approach do you propose?” he inquired, harboring suspicions about her credentials and expertise.

Facing Desmond’s scrutiny, Melody maintained her composure. My expertise lies in traditional medicine. While I don’t claim mastery, I am confident in addressing Mrs. Margaret’s condition through this approach.”

“Is that so?” Desmond’s skepticism lingered. “Then, please enlighten us on your proposed traditional medicinal treatment, he challenged, his tone betraying a hint of doubt regarding the efficacy of such unconventional methods, oblivious to their profound potential.

Despite the undertones of skepticism in Desmond’s tone, Melody remained composed as she explained her approach. “In traditional medicine, we interpret Mrs. Margaret’s condition as a stagnation of vital energy within the body, likely caused by excessive consumption of nourishing supplements and a lack of physical activity. This stagnation leads to sluggish blood flow, resulting in discomfort and bloating in the abdominal region. To address this, I aim to restore the smooth flow of vital energy throughout her body, thus alleviating her symptoms.”

As Melody delved into her treatment plan, her eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. Despite her unconventional appearance, her fervor captivated those around her.

Ken found himself drawn to her as she spoke, briefly entranced by her focused demeanor. As he caught himself staring, he quickly averted his gaze, feeling a slight flush rise to his cheeks. She’s surprisingly captivating when she’s focused on something. he thought.

For Melody, traditional medicine was more than just a skill. It was a lifelong passion instilled in her since childhood. She exuded an aura of confidence and expertise whenever she discussed the topic. Her words flowed effortlessly, each detail brimming with purpose and dedication. It was as if she possessed a natural radiance, her passion illuminating the room as she shared her insights and knowledge.

 

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