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“Who told you to frame me?” It was Melody’s voice.

“Mabel. It was Mabel.” Barclay’s voice came.

“Mabel? She’s my sister,” said Melody. “Barclay, don’t slander her. Why would Mabel do this to me? You’re not telling the truth.”

“Everything I said is true. Mabel asked me to do this. She said if I ruined your reputation, she would agree to date me,” said Barclay.

The recording abruptly stopped there, causing an uproar in the hall. Everyone was awed by the unveiled truth. The recording couldn’t be faked, and it was obvious who was lying.

Barclay’s face went pale, and Mabel, terrified, shook her head repeatedly,

“No, it wasn’t me…” In panic, she could only seek help from Maria, who was closest to her.

But Maria despised such scheming and family betrayal the most. At this moment, Maria’s sunken eyes gleamed with cold.

“So it was you, Mabel. You disappoint me greatly!” She was genuinely disappointed.

Although Maria had never liked Mabel and Yolanda, she had never mistreated them and even often taught Mabel with care. Now it seemed her efforts were in vain to the Swanson

“It’s not true, Maria.” Mabel knew that if word got out, she might never be able to marry into the Swanson family–not just that family, but any decent, wealthy family.

“Mom.” Mabel ran crying to Yolanda.

Yolanda, ashamed and frightened, never expected things to turn out this way.

In desperation, Yolanda turned to Barclay and said, “Mr. Lawrence, I get how you feel, but smearing Mabel won’t fix your issue.”

Barclay’s face darkened, and he asked through gritted teeth, “What do you mean by that?”

Yolanda raised her voice and said, “Many people here know that you have been pursuing Mabel for the past two years, but Mabel never liked you back. Still, you kept pestering her.”

Barclay liked to keep things high profile, and his pursuit of Mabel was no secret. Everyone also knew Mabel wasn’t interested in him.

After talking about how Barclay kept pursuing Mabel, Yolanda stopped and said, “It’s pretty clear, Mr. Lawrence, that since he couldn’t win Mabel’s heart, he tried to save face by ruining Melody’s reputation. When that didn’t work, he tried to bring Mabel down with him. It’s obvious what he was trying to do.

The guests buzzed with comments, quickly siding with Yolanda and criticizing Barclay.

“Barclay, you’ve lost your mind. Even though you like Mabel, you shouldn’t try to destroy what you can’t get.”

“Barclay, you should apologize to Mabel and Melody immediately!”

Barclay was nearly bursting with anger, shouting frantically, “Nonsenser She’s lying! Why would I sleep with Melody since I loved Mabel so much? Mabel told me that it ruined Melody’s reputation, and she would be with me. Mabel plotted everything. Mabel, tell them yourself

Mabel’s eyelashes flattered slightly. Shy wasn’t foolish, if she admitted it now, her life would be gained.

She threw herself into Yolanda’s arms, trembling and crying, “Mom, I’m scared.”

Mabel’s tear-filled eyes were naturally beautiful, and with the added effect of tears, they invoked even more pity. With her stunning face, she didn’t need to say much, and a few tears were enough to win sympathy.

As expected, the guests looked at Barclay with disbelief and more disgust. In an instant, Mabel, the one behind the scenes, became the victim through her tears.

Melody was really ticked off as she watched Mabel and Yolanda easily get out of the situation with just a few words, clenching her fists tightly.

Barclay, far more enraged than Melody, felt a burning betrayal. “Mabel, you heartless bitch! You used and betrayed me! Mabel, Melody, mark my words. I won’t let either of you get away with it.”

He was so mad, but even more, he blamed himself for not seeing Mabel for who she really was. He should have known earlier that a girl who tried to destroy her own sister’s reputation was not a good person. It was his own fault, his bad judgment!

Barclay’s eyes reddened. Ken glanced at him and said, “Seems pretty clear, Barclay. Your actions caused this mess, so you can’t blame anyone else. You messed up my grandmother’s 80th birthday party, so I can’t let you stick around. From now on, don’t come around the Swanson family…” Then he turned to Fairlee and added, “And that goes for you too, Judge Lawrence.”

Fairlee, caught off guard by being called out by a junior, stiffened. She was about to scold Ken but fell silent under his icy stare. His powerful presence, beyond words, left her speechless. Realizing she had been momentarily intimidated by Ken, she felt irritated.

He’s only twenty–five! I’m much older than him and yet was intimidated by him,’ she thought.

Regaining her composure, Fairlee wanted to say something, but for some reason, the words stuck in her throat, her face turning pale. Astrid, seeing Fairlee’s expression change, frowned and said, “Ken, how can you speak to Ms. Lawrence like that? She is your elder.”

All because of Ken, her well-laid plans were now ruined.

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But Astrid dared not say more. Ken was a madman. No one knew what he might do in a fit of impulse.

After scolding Ken, she turned to Fairlee and said, “You surely didn’t expect things to turn out like this today. Don’t take Ken’s words to heart. Take Barclay to the hospital for an examination. We’ll cover his medical expenses”

“Do you think we can’t afford the medical expenses?” Fairlee gritted her teeth. She wanted to say something more harsh but swallowed her words and said instead, “This isn’t over yet. When Barclay recovers, I hope Mabel and Melody will cooperate with my investigation.”

Melody narrowed her eyes. “Anytime.” She had a clear conscience and was not afraid of any investigation.

Mabel, however, kept crying pitifully, which annoyed Melody, so she looked away.

Fairlee snorted coldly at them, then ordered her people to carry Barclay out.

Barclay wanted to curse at Mabel and Melody, but a stern look from Fairlee silenced him. “Have you not embarrassed us enough?!*

Barclay moved his lips but dared not say more.

As they passed Melody, Fairlee slowed her pace. “Melody, we shall meet again.”

Melody met Fairlee’s gaze without fear, her expression indifferent. Fairlee was furious but could do nothing. After all, she was at the Swanson’s. She gritted her teeth and followed the stretcher out.

Due to the chaos Barclay had caused, the birthday party ended early, and Astrid saw the guests off.

Meanwhile, Yolanda whispered to Mabel, “Go apologize to Melody and Mrs. Fox.

Mabel, with a heavy heart, went up to Melody and Maria, her eyes red from crying. Sorry, Grandma, Melody. I messed up and fell for Barclay’s nonsense. Please forgive me. I won’t be so gullible next time, I promise.”

Mabel was quite the actress. As she spoke, she shed a few perfectly timed tears and finally bowed to Maria.

Maria took a few deep breaths and then sighed heavily. “It is clear now. It’s all Barclay’s fault. It has nothing to do with you. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Her words implied she did not want to pursue the matter further. The truth, at this point, didn’t matter anymore.

Mabel was overjoyed and quickly stepped up to support Maria, pushing Melody aside. Melody almost lost her balance. She pressed her lips together slightly and said nothing.

She wasn’t happy but didn’t blame Maria either. She knew Maria was not being partial to Mabel but trying to protect the Fox family’s reputation.

Melody lowered her gaze, thinking of Ken, who had helped her twice. She wanted to thank him but couldn’t find him.

Yolanda joined in, while constantly criticizing Barclay.

Maria, annoyed, frowned and said, “Enough, Don’t mention this again.”

Seeing Maria’s displeased face, Yolanda reluctantly fell silent.

At that moment, Astrid came back after seeing off the important guests. When she saw the four of them still there, she quickly put on a fake smile. “Mrs. Fox, I’m really sorry about what went down today. Let me make it up to you by walking you out.”

She said this because she wanted to get rid of Melody who had embarrassed her today.

Several noble ladies had asked her about Ken’s marriage, and she had answered them vaguely. She couldn’t feel at ease as long as Melody was around.

Astrid gestured for them to walk in front of her when Maria spoke up. “Walk them out. I’ll take Melody to see Margaret.”

Astrid’s smile faltered. Yolanda and Mabel also looked displeased. They had long sensed Maria’s favoritism, but this was out of line. Both Mabel and Melody were her granddaughters, and Maria only wanted to take Melody to see Margaret.

Yolanda’s arm muscles tensed in anger, and veins popped.

Astrid, forcing a smile, said, “Mrs. Fox, Margaret is resting now. Perhaps you could come another day? I’ll arrange a good time for you. You know, she’s not in a good condition.”

“Don’t get me wrong. It isn’t my idea.” Maria glanced at Melody. “Margaret wants to see Melody herself. I haven’t lost my mind.”

If it wasn’t for pushing Melody to marry into the Swanson family and Margaret’s request, Maria wouldn’t have brought Melody to visit. The fewer people who knew, the smaller the chance of the secret getting out. But she trusted Melody with the secret.

Astrid’s face darkened, but since it was Margaret’s idea and Maria insisted, she had to comply reluctantly. “Very well, I’ll take you upstairs. Margaret is often in a bad mood. I hope you can talk with her…”

Astrid really didn’t want Maria to meet Margaret because she was afraid Maria would talk Margaret into giving her blessing for Melody and Ken’s marriage. Astrid thought this would totally ruin Ken’s reputation and make him a laughingstock in Silverlake and maybe even the whole country.

Damn it!‘ she cursed inwardly.

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Astrid couldn’t stand Melody, but she hid it well, giving Melody a gentle pat on the back and saying, “Melody, help your grandmother upstairs.”

Melody smiled and nodded. She was fully aware of Astrid’s displeasure. However, knowing that she had irritated Astrid, who had tormented her in the past life, gave her immense satisfaction.

So, she displayed a radiant smile, which, given her face covered in terrifying red spots, caused Astrid’s stomach to churn and nearly made her feel sick. Astrid did her best to lead the way while struggling to suppress her nausea.
Just then, Yolanda couldn’t help but speak up, “Maria, can Mabel go along, too? Meeting new people may lift Mrs. Swanson’s spirits. Besides, Mabel is delightful. Mrs. Swanson will like her.”

Before Yolanda could finish, Maria firmly rejected the idea. “No need. You two wait for me in the car.”

Her tone was resolute, and Yolanda couldn’t even argue with her.

Yolanda turned pale, shocked that Maria didn’t even consider it for a second before refusing her.

She felt a surge of rage and resentment but kept it in check, knowing she had to manage her temper.

She held Mabel back, who was about to argue, and said, “We’ll wait for you in the car. Take your time and be careful on the stairs.”

Her gracious attitude earned a softening expression from Maria, who nodded and called Melody to follow Astrid.

As Melody supported Maria and followed Astrid, she couldn’t help but observe Yolanda,

She knew that Yolanda had played a big role in shaping Mabel into a clever person. Now she realized that Yolanda was even better than she had thought, able to adapt and say the right things at the right times. Taking her down would be a really tough job.

But Melody wasn’t afraid. Having died once, she had nothing left to fear.

She refocused and helped Maria into the elevator,

The Swanson family mansion, a three-story villa, had two elevators. One was made specifically for Ulric’s mobility needs. As Melody and the others hopped into one elevator, Ulric came out from the other, just narrowly missing each other.

Back in the hall, Mabel grumbled, “Mom, why did you give in so easily? I also want to meet Mrs. Swanson. Melody is so ugly. She might give Mrs. Swanson a heart attack.”

“Shut up! Have you forgotten what I told you?” Yolanda’s face darkened, angered by Mabel’s ignorance. “When will you grow up?”

Yolanda was really frustrated because she had spoiled Mabel too much, which made her completely clueless about social stuff She used to pamper her, but now she really needed Mabel to grow up fast.

Mabel, misunderstanding Yolanda’s tough love, felt more wronged and teary-eyed. “Mom, why are you so harsh on me?” Yolanda, about to respond, was interrupted by a gentle male voice. “Miss Fox, what’s wrong? Who made you upset?” Mabel and Yolanda looked up to see a handsome man in a wheelchair approaching them–It was Ulric.

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Ken kept his back straight, not knowing how long he had been standing there. The servant in front of him was trying to persuade him, but Ken ignored her with a resolute tone, “You don’t need to say anything.”

The servant looked troubled and was about to continue when she saw Melody and the others. “Mrs. Astrid, Mrs. Fox…

When her gaze fell on Melody’s face, her eyes widened in astonishment.

But being Margaret’s personal servant, she quickly regained his composure and respectfully greeted Melody, “Miss Fox.”

Melody nodded slightly and her gaze fell again on Ken. Earlier downstairs, Ken’s arrival had given her a chance to clear things up, but he left before she could thank him. She didn’t expect him to be here.

Ken saw them come in but didn’t glance at them, staring fixedly at the bedroom door.

Melody had seen many expressions on Ken’s face arrogant, domineering, cold–but never had she seen him quietly and respectfully standing like this.

She felt sorry for him. They were both outsiders: she because of her looks, and Ken because of Ulric’s disability. This made her feel a connection with him.

As Melody hesitated to speak to him, Astrid spoke first. “Ken, since your grandmother doesn’t want to see you, you should go back. I’ll send for you when she wants to see you.”

Astrid reached out to help Ken, but he stood up abruptly as if he had seen her movement, saying, “Since Grandma doesn’t want to see me now, I’ll leave.”

He spoke to the servant, not looking at Astrid at all

Astrid was furious, but with Melody and Maria present, she had to swallow her anger, forcing a smile as she turned to Maria. “Mrs. Fox, let’s go inside.” “Yes.” Maria nodded, casting a disapproving glance at Ken’s back.

Melody immediately sensed that Ken’s disregard for Astrid had worsened Maria’s impression of him. In Marla’s view, regardless of whether Astrid was Ken’s biological mother or not, Ken should respect her as an elder.

However, Melody knew Astrid well enough to suspect her involvement in Ulric’s disability

“Melody, why are you standing there? Come in,” Maria urged from the bedroom door.

Melody had to turn her gaze away and quickly followed inside.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine. As someone who had studied medicine from the age of three, Melody sensed something was off.

They said Margaret was very ill, but the medicinal scent was mostly from tonics, with no real therapeutic effect.

If Margaret is truly seriously ill, she won’t only be taking tonics, she thought, perplexed.

And there seemed to be something in the medicine for stabilizing a pregnancy,

How come? Am I mistaken?‘ she couldn’t help but question her judgment. Melody didn’t dwell on it, knowing that relying on smell alone could easily lead to mistakes.

As she pondered, Astrid had already approached Margaret’s bed and said, “Margaret, Mrs. Fox has brought her granddaughter.”
Astrid had planned this as she walked upstairs, deciding it was better to oversee the situation herself rather than worry about Margaret agreeing to the ridiculous engagement. After all, with Melody’s face, no one would like her, not even Margaret.

“Are they here?” Margaret opened her eyes and looked at Melody.

When she saw Melody’s face covered in horrific red spots and acne, the brightness in her eyes faded instantly, and her elegant eyebrows furrowed.

I’d seen Melody’s mother before, a true beauty. How come her daughter is so ugly? My child will be gossiped and laughed at if I choose her to be its mother‘ thought Margaret.

Margaret, who had been determined to let Melody be with her grandson, began to waver.

Astrid, seeing Margaret’s expression, was secretly delighted.

She knew no one would like Melody. Her worry was unnecessary. She might not need to waste time coming over.

Feeling pleased, Astrid eagerly introduced Melody to Maria, “This is Melody, the granddaughter raised by the Fox family in the countryside.”

“Countryside…” Margaret muttered, repeating the word, feeling even more displeased with Melody.

Though she had known Melody was raised in the countryside, hearing it again now, she felt differently.

Raised in the countryside? Then she must be uneducated, plus her ugly face and declining family. She’s totally worthless. I can’t let her marry into our family for the sake of my baby, Margaret pondered and wavered even more.

Maria, Margaret’s close friend, immediately noticed her changed expression. She knew it was because of Melody’s face and Astrid’s words.

Thinking quickly, she said, “Melody is a delightful and smart girl. You’ll like her once you get to know her.”

Then she added, “Margaret, you know, you are my best friend. I’m doing it for you.”

Maria was not completely frank with Margaret, but she sounded sincere, and it made Margaret hesitate.

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Perhaps she would really be a good choice, her face would keep her from having to go out in public, and her lack of education and manners could be improved over time. The child will have tutors at home, And it’s unlikely for her to mess around and disgrace the family with her looks.” With this thought on her mind, Margaret’s gaze towards Melody softened.

“Melody, come over here. Let me take a good look at you.” The last thing Melody wanted was to marry Ulric again. She didn’t intend for Margaret to like her. In fact, she hoped Margaret would dislike her, so she didn’t have to marry Ulric.

But at the same time, she didn’t want Maria to be disappointed in her.

While she was in a dilemma, she thought of the check Ken gave her and the way he stood here just now.

Melody balled up her fists and made up her mind not to be rude to Margaret, even though Ulric was a jerk.

“Yes, Mrs. Swanson.”

She walked to Margaret and said,

“Good girl” Margaret held Melody’s hand, and Melody politely returned the gesture.

But in the next second, Melody’s expression changed slightly, though she quickly returned to normal, making it hard to detect her fleeting reaction.

Margaret held Melody’s hand and asked her in detail, “How are you doing in the countryside? How far have you gone in your studies?”

“I’m doing fine, and I’ve finished college.” She answered each question, but her responses were half-truths.

Life in the countryside was really tough for her. Her adoptive parents in the countryside, probably because of Yolanda, treated her like a free servant since she was young and often didn’t give her enough food. This made her suffer from hunger and cold, and she ended up much smaller than other kids her age.

If she hadn’t met her teacher, she might have been abused to death by that couple. Later, when the couple sought her teacher’s help for an illness, he took her in as his apprentice. Those days were a mix of joy and bitterness, far from the casual way she now described them.

Astrid watched Melody and Margaret chatting, growing increasingly anxious, and her expression darkening.

is Margaret so affected by her pregnancy hormones that her judgment is impaired? How could she sit there chatting with such an ugly girl without fearing nightmares? Astrid thought.

When Margaret asked if Melody was with someone, Astrid cut in. “Margaret, you’re gonna embarrass her. It’s her privacy. You’re not thinking about the ridiculous engagement, are you?”

Margaret’s expression changed, and she frowned at Astrid. “Astrid, some manners! There are guests here. Have you forgotten everything I’ve taught you?”

In this household, Margaret’s authority was supreme. Seeing Margaret genuinely angry, Astrid was startled. But she couldn’t let Ulric marry Melody. He was her only son

Thinking of this, Astrid bit her lip in frustration, lowering her voice, “I haven’t forgotten anything. I just feel wronged!”

“What are you wronged about?” Margaret’s frown deepened.

Astrid gritted her teeth, determined to stand her ground for her son, even if it meant confronting Margaret. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Of course I feel wronged: You know how worried I’ve been about Ulric after his accident. Now, you want Ulric to marry Melody against his will. How am I supposed to feel? After all these years, have you never accepted me and Ulric?” Astrid said.

“You…you…” Margaret was so angry she felt a headache coming on..

A servant quickly poured Margaret a cup of water. After drinking it, Margaret managed to calm down.

Maria couldn’t bear to watch anymore and suggested, “Margaret, maybe Melody and I should come back another day?”

“No need. We’ll settle this today,” Margaret decided firmly.

Astrid’s eyes widened, almost going frantic. “Margaret!”

“Say no more!” Margaret looked away and continued, “The engagement doesn’t involve your son. I plan to have Ken marry Melody.”

“What?”

Melody and Astrid both exclaimed simultaneously, their tones filled with surprise.

But Astrid’s surprise had a hint of delight. She had no reason to stop Ken from marrying Melody.

“Grandma…” Melody turned to look at Maria, feeling chaotic inside.

Maria remained silent, lost in thought.

Just then, Margaret suddenly pulled back the covers. Astrid was taken aback, unable to stop her. Melody saw Margaret’s noticeably swollen belly.

“Melody, given my close relationship with your grandmother, I won’t hide this from you. The urgency is for the sake of my unborn child.” Margaret paused and explained their plan in detail.

After finishing, Margaret looked at Melody, who showed no sign of surprise, as if she already knew.

“You…” Margaret had just uttered a word when Melody spoke first. “If it’s because of this, there’s no need for me to marry into the Swanson Family.”

Margaret frowned, feeling a bit dissatisfied.

Astrid seized the opportunity to mock. “Do you think our Family isn’t good enough for you? Margaret, did you hear that? She doesn’t appreciate your kindness.”

“Melody!” Maria’s face also showed displeasure. “What are you talking about?”

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“Ulric?” Melody had to fight the urge to curl her lip in disgust. Thankfully, she managed to keep her emotions in check, digging her nails into her thighs to tamp down the seething hatred boiling inside her.

Melody scoffed at the very idea that Ulric could be a good husband,

As if a man who had brought his wife to the hospital, only to stand by and watch as his lover ripped out her heart, could ever be considered a good husband. And a husband who never truly loved his wife, only using her as a pawn–Melody could hardly stomach the thought. Ulric being a good husband was the biggest joke she’d heard in her entire life and she’d lived through two lifetimes.

Melody could feel the fury raging within her, a wildfire threatening to consume her from the inside out.

“What’s the matter, Melody? Are you feeling alright?”

Melody gave a curt nod. “Yeah, kind of.” She knew she needed to take a moment to collect herself before facing Ulric.
“Grandma, would you mind asking the Swansons to set me up with a room so I can rest for a bit?” she requested calmly.

Unaware of Melody’s true turmoil and assuming she simply wasn’t feeling well, Maria nodded quickly. “Of course, just give me a minute to go make those arrangements.”

Little did Melody know, a silent threat was quietly looming.

Given that Maria and Margaret were close friends, the Swanson servants promptly set up a guest room on the second floor for Melody to retreat to.

Alone in the room, Melody finally let out a heavy sigh. She’d thought she was prepared to face Ulric and the others, but even Marla’s praise of him had very nearly undone her.

The room was deathly quiet as Melody’s thoughts raced. Before long, she found herself drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

But she was suddenly jolted awake by snatches of conversation in the distance.

“As long as you claim her as your own today, I’ll promise you anything,” a woman whispered.

“You serious?” asked “Yes! Don’t worry, I’ve already cleared everyone e out of this floor. No one will notice,” the woman replied.

Melody blearily recognized the voice as Mabel’s. Melody’s eyes snapped open, only to see a man locking her room door.

At the same moment, a peculiar fragrance filled the air. Melody’s medical expertise gave her an exceptionally keen sense of smell, and she instantly recognized the delicate, almost floral scent–it was some kind of drug meant to knock people out.

Frantically, Melody tried to rise, only to discover her hands were bound to the bedposts. She was completely immobilized.

Panic set in as Melody strained against the bindings trapping her wrists to the bed. She glared daggers at the guy, desperately trying to get her hands free.

“Who the hell are you?” Melody spat in a frigid tone. “What do you know. Otherwise, you’re gonna regret this big time.”

think you’re doing? if you know what’s good for you, you’ll let me go right

“Heh, you’re a quick one to wake up,” t

the man scoffed as he turned around, revealing a face packmarked with scars. Melody’s blood instantly ran cold as she recognized him- this was the same man who had accused her of having a fake Snowblossom that day she returned home. His name was Barclay Lawrence, and he’d been obsessed with Mabel, though Mabel clearly wanted nothing to do

with him.

“Piecing together the conversation she’d overheard, a rush of urgency gripped Melody’s heart. Whatever Barclay and Mabel were planning, she knew it couldn’t be good.

Barclay approached the bed as his gaze swept over Melody, appraising her from head to toe with a look of disdain.

While he found her facial features extremely ugly, he couldn’t help but notice her slender, delicate figure, which far surpassed even Mabel’s alluring form. What a pity her face was so unpleasant

Still, Barclay held onto the hope that if he could just humiliate Melody, Mabel might finally agree to consider a relationship with him. Determination reignited within him at the thought.

After all, no matter how unappealing Melody’s face, a figure this beautiful was still a prize worth having, Barclay consciously averted his gaze from Melody’s face, and he felt an overwhelming urge to have his way with her. The temptation clawed at him, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it.

Barclay steeled himself and approached Melody with determination.

“Melody, be a good girl, and I’ll go easy on you,” he sneered.

However, the moment that Barclay pounced at her, Melody reared back and laid into him with a downright vicious kick right to the gut.

Wham! The impact was brutal. Melody really put her whole body into that shot, and it dropped Barclay like a ton of bricks. The guy let out a yelp of pain as he hit the ground, his body totally drenched in sweat.

With an ice–cold stare, Melody looked down at the helpless Barclay sprawled out at her feet. “Scram, you little punk!” she spat.

Barclay went scarlet with fury after he heard Melody’s mocking words. He hauled himself up off the ground, let out a venomous spit, and then fired back at her with pure venom dripping from every word. “You think you’re so damn special, don’t you? Consider yourself lucky even bothered lookin‘ your way, you ugly witch! How dare you kick me like that? Don’t you dare try to blame me for getting a little rough with your sorry ass!”

Driven by that white-hot fury, he lunged at Melody, sitting on her legs to restrain her. Then, with his big, meaty paws, he wound up and delivered a brutal, stinging slap right across her cheek. “You shameless bitch, I’ll show you what it means to face a real man!” he snarled, pure venom dripping from his words.

Melody could feel the fiery pain radiating from her cheek where he struck her. But Barclay didn’t stop there – he forcefully gripped her jaw and leaned in, planting a forceful, unwanted kiss on her neck,

“Fuck off” Melody shouted. Melody attempted to turn her head away to avoid Barclay’s advances, but the effects of the drug and the restraints on her feet rendered her powerless.

She struggled desperately, akin to a fish on a chopping board making its final, futile attempts at escape.

“Let go of me! Get lost…” she struggled, refusing to let herself be defiled by Barclay.

Meanwhile, outside in the corridor, Mabel heard the commotion from behind a closed door. With a cold smirk, she turned away, showing no sympathy.

Just wait, she thought spitefully. “Soon, Melody will become such a scandalous disgrace, she’ll be cast aside by Silverlake!‘

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On the third floor, Ken and his subordinate, James, were going down the stairs when they were startled by cries for help coming from the last room on the second floor.

Ken’s brow furrowed. “Go and find out what’s going on.”

“Yes, Mr. Swanson” James immediately nodded promptly. Their network of Informants within the Swanson family quickly returned with information.

“Mr. Swanson, it looks like the only son of the Lawrence family is up to no good with a woman named Melody. Seems like she might have rubbed someone the wrong way,” reported James.

“Melody?” Ken’s eyebrows arched in surprise. He had not heard of that name before.

“Yes,” James responded before inquiring. “Shall I go rescue her?”

Ken cast a disinterested glance at James. “Do you not have anything else to do?”

James quickly dropped the idea of helping and shook his head. “You’re right, Mr. Swanson. I’m just being nosy. You’ve only just got back to Silverlake. No need to get involved in unnecessary stuff. Please watch your step.”
Ken indifferently looked away and went downstairs

At the same time, in the guest room, Melody’s clothes lay in tatters around her, her flawless skin tempting Barclay.

“I have to say, despite your ugly face, you do have a top-notch figure and skin,” said Barclay before seizing Melody by the neck and leaning in for a kiss.

However, just as his lips were close to her, Melody landed a powerful punch on his face. In an instant, he was knocked senseless. In shock, he looked at her hand that had broken free. The wrist was rubbed raw and oozing with blood,

“How did you…” Barclay was utterly stunned, wondering how she managed to find the strength to free herself. The rope used to the her up was supposed to be incredibly strong.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Melody swung another punch, sending him hurtling under the bed.

“Ah.. Barclay moaned, clutching his head in agony.

Melody seized the opportunity to hurriedly untie the rope with her free hand. After regaining her freedom, Melody grabbed the lamp from the bedside cabinet, poised to strike Barclay.

But just then, a wave of dizziness washed over her. The effects of the drug suddenly take hold of her. Melady’s strength vanished in an instant, and the lamp slipped from her hand, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
Barclay quickly took the opportunity to rise to his feet, seizing Melody by her hair.

“You bitch! How dare you blindside me? You just don’t know when to give up, do you? I will definitely kill you today!” he yelled as he dragged Melody and tossed her back onto the bed.

Despite her desperate struggles, Melody’s vision blurred. She could not even see Barclay clearly. ‘Damn it! I would rather die than be violated by Barclay‘ she thought, despair flickering in the depths of her eyes. With a resounding bang, the room’s door was suddenly kicked open. Startled, Barclay turned towards the door, only to find two burly men storming towards him. Before he could react, they forcefully yanked him off the bed.

In a haze, Melody spotted a familiar silhouette walking towards her amidst the brightness. “Can you still get up?”

She recognized the figure as Ken. His familiar voice gave her a huge relief. For a moment, she thought she was hallucinating from the drugs.

She snapped out of it quickly. Without hesitation, she swiftly reached for the silver needle she had concealed. With precision and

determination, she jabbed it into her temples, clearing her vision.

“I’m fine,” Melody replied.

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“I’m sorry,” Melody murmured.

“You’re quite a troublemaker,” Ken replied sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Her voice was low.

Melody clenched Ken’s jacket tightly, pursing her lower lips while her body still trembled slightly. She knew that Ken had saved her. If it wasn’t for his timely arrival, she might have been killed by Barclay,

She glanced at Barclay, whose face was now swollen beyond recognition from the relentless beating.

Barclay did not expect the beating to continue after he mentioned Fairlee. Even worse, the beating only intensified.

Spoiled all his life, it wasn’t long before Barclay hit his breaking point. He huddled up, softly asking for forgiveness as his voice trembled. “I’m sorry. It’s all my bad. I won’t dare to do it again, Miss Fox, tell them to stop, please…”

Melody remained resolute, showing no signs of pity. To her, he wouldn’t be deserving of sympathy even if he were beaten to death. However, his life was not enough. Her vengeance would not be satisfied with just Barclay’s life.

With a quick massage to her temples, the dizziness went down a lot for Melody. She waited until the drug wore off completely before she raised her hand, telling them to stop beating

The two bodyguards glanced at Ken, halting their actions upon seeing his lack of objection.

After adjusting her clothes, Melody stepped forward. While Barclay was not paying attention, she stealthily slipped her hand into her purse. Then, she squatted in front of him and spoke coldly. “I can let you go, but you must tell who’s behind the scenes. ”“”
Barclay initially refused to betray Mabel, but with punches and kicks, he was forced to admit. “Mabel. It was Mabel!”

“Mabel? She’s my sister. Barclay, don’t slander her. Why would Mabel do this to me? You’re not telling the truth.” She deliberately said it slowly, as though she was about to order the bodyguards to beat hi again.

Barclay hurriedly said, “Everything I said is true. Mabel asked me to do this. She said if I ruined your reputation, she would agree to date me” Melody heard what she needed to do and withdrew her hand from her purse, gesturing dismissively. “Alright, since you’re owning up to it, I’ll take your word for it. Please help me bring him downstairs. Given that this involves the Swanson family, Mrs. Swanson should decide what to do next.”

“Understood!” The bodyguard answered, paying no heed to Barclay’s resistance as they hauled him towards the hall downstairs.

Just as Melody was about to follow, Ken abruptly blocked her path with his arm. “You owe me one,” he said.

Melody nodded. “I know, I’ll help cure your grandmother.”

Ken seemed unconvinced of her ability and left expressionlessly.

Downstairs, the birthday party was in full swing, with everyone enjoying the warm and lively atmosphere. People were eager for Margaret to show up and to sing her a birthday song

Of course, it was impossible for Margaret to join the festivities in this situation, Astrid, upon hearing the suggestion, merely smiled and said, “Mrs. Swanson really appreciates your sincere wishes. She can’t come downstairs due to her health, but don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows how you all feel.” Her smile was professional and her words firm, but inwardly, her heart sank. She did not know how long this cover-up would last, though truthfully, it wasn’t something anyone should be suspicious about. After all, no one would expect an eighty–year–old woman to be pregnant.

At the same time, both Yolanda and Mabel waited anxiously, wondering what took Barclay so long.

Just then, screams echoed from the direction of the revolving staircase. “Ouch! it hurts! Let go of me! Watch where you’re going, you fools!” yelled Barclay.

Everyone’s gaze shifted in surprise toward the ruckus near the spinning staircase. Suddenly, Barclay, looking wild-eyed, bit down hard on a bodyguard’s hand, prompting the guard to let go in pain. Barclay tumbled down the stairs with a loud thud, making onlookers cringe at the sight.

Barclay, now sprawled at the foot of the staircase, bore evident signs of agony. Covered in blood, his face was swollen and completely unrecognizable. The injuries from the beating and the fall had left him in excruciating pain, rendering him incapable of uttering a sound. Lying sprawled on his back, he could only roll his eyes in agony, teetering on the brink of death

“Mom! He…” Mabel recognized Barclay at a glance. She gripped Yolanda’s sleeve in a panic, quivering in horror. According to their plans, Barclay was supposed to descend the stairs alone, while loudly accusing Melody of seducing and drugging him. This was completely unexpected.

“Calm down!” Although Yolanda was also taken aback by Barclay’s unexpected appearance, she swiftly composed herself. Looking upwards again, she saw Melody calmly emerge from behind the two bodyguards and descend the stairs.

Yolanda bit her lips in frustration, thinking, “Dammit, he failed. I may have underestimated her.’

The guests, witnessing Barclay’s beaten state, fell into a momentary silence before erupting into a discussion.

“What happened?”

“What in the world happened here?”

“Who’s he? Quickly call an ambulance!”

Astrid quickly realized what was going on and stepped in, ordering the butler to attend to Barclay after reassuring the guests. “Don’t worry everyone. Nothing happened. It seems that there has been a misunderstanding. He could have accidentally fallen down the stairs…”

But before she could finish, she saw a figure approach Barclay, who was about to be escorted away. It was Barclay’s aunt, Fairlee Lawrence. “Barclay, are you okay? What happened?‘ Fairlee inquired, her expression fraught with concern as she watched Barclay lie on the stretcher, unable to respond. In a fit of anger, Fairlee then turned her gaze towards Astrid. “Astrid, you owe me an explanation! Why was he beaten up by your people?”

Astrid froze. She did not expect the man on the stretcher to be Fairlee’s nephew.

However, she swiftly composed herself and approached with a grave expression. “Relax, Dr. Lawrence. I’ll immediately have someone look into this. Turning towards the butler beside her, she exclaimed, “What are you still waiting for? Go get a doctor now!”

“Yes, ma’am!” The butler hurried off to call for aid. Meanwhile, the banquet descended into chaos.

Suddenly, a brittle voice rang out.

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Astrid and Fairlee turned simultaneously in the direction of the unexpected voice. Their eyes fell upon a girl with an ugly face, marked by red spots, looking indifferently at Barclay on the stretcher.

Since Fairlee did not go to the coffee room, she didn’t know Melody. Nevertheless, she felt an immediate dislike for not only her ugly but also her strong presence.

“Who are you?” Fairlee asked coldly.

How can I ask Barclay? He can barely talk, she thought incredulously.

Yolanda watched the scene with keen eyes, recognizing a good opportunity. Quickly, she instructed Mabel to remain still and rushed towards Melody, her words dripping with accusation. “Melody, what have you done? How could you beat Mr. Lawrence like this? This is absurd! I regret bringing you back from the countryside. Do you even understand how much trouble you’ve caused?”

“It’s you?” Astrid glared at Melody, furious that a supposedly celebratory eightieth birthday had been marred by her.

Melody, you’re being so rude. Is this how the Fox family raised you?” Astrid scolded Melody, her face pale. She then reassured Fairlee, “Dr. Lawrence, don’t worry. I’ll make sure everything is sorted out fairly.”

“Did you hit him?” Fairlee’s icy glare and trembling body revealed her intense rage. As her brother’s only son, Barclay held a special place in her heart since she never married or had children of her own. Seeing Melody strike Barclay felt like an attack on her personally. She could not contain her fury.

“…” Before Melody could respond, Fairlee interjected, “Send her to the police station. This matter needs to be dealt with strictly!”

She would not be satisfied until Melody was locked away for more than a decade.

Upon hearing these words, Yolanda’s heart leaped with joy.

She knew that offending Fairlee would spell a lifetime of misery for Melody, ‘Fairlee loves and spoils her nephew. Melody got herself in big trouble this time, she thought gleefully.

Though Yolanda harbored these thoughts, outwardly, she feigned pleasantry. “Dr. Lawrence, please don’t get mad at her. She’s new here and hasn’t learned manners. It’s just teenagers fighting. Don’t be so serious.”

These words only serve to exacerbate the situation. In a moment, Fairlee’s expression turned even more furious.

“Children fighting?” She gestured towards Barclay on the stretcher, being examined by the doctor, and continued, “Look at the injuries on his body. Is this what you call children fighting?”

Yolanda wore a strained expression as she grabbed Melody’s arm and said, “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and bow to apologize. to Mr. Lawrence and Dr. Lawrence,”

A cold smirk tugged at the corner of Melody’s lips. “Yolanda, I think you’re mistaken. It’s not me who should be bowing and apologizing, but Barclay and Mabel”

At the mention of Mabel’s name, Yolanda’s eyes widened in shock. “I can’t let her involve Mabel in this mess, Yolanda thought in a panic. Clenching her teeth, she dragged Melody and scolded her as she walked out. You foolish girl. You refuse to apologize when asked and now you dare to shift the blame. I’ll give you to the police for our family’s name.”

The instinct to protect Mabel caused a surge of adrenaline within her, granting her an unexpected strength to overpower Melody. Melody, being weakened previously, was unable to break free.

“Let go of me!” Melody’s voice resonated deeply.

“Not until you apologize” Yolanda growled.

Their struggle resembled a tangled knot, with Yolanda ruthlessly pressing Melody down, one hand clamped firmly over her mouth to stifle any outcry. Around them, people whispered and gossiped. Some of them took photos with their cell phone.

Just at this moment, Barclay regained consciousness. His cries of pain pierced the air.
Fairlee, who had intended to follow them to ensure Yolanda handed Melody over to the police, stopped in her tracks. She quickly instructed her men to halt Yolanda and Melody. Then, with genuine concern, she approached Barclay and asked, “Barclay, how are you? Where does it hurt? Please tell me…

“I feel a little better now… Barclay managed a whisper.

With the Swanson family’s family doctor having administered a painkilling injection to Barclay a while back, his pain was gradually lessening. This made Fairlee breathe a sigh of relief.

Yolanda, who heard that Barclay had regained consciousness, hurried over. She hastily interjected, “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence. I got this. Whatever Melody did to you, I’ll tell the police exactly what happened. The justice will be done.”

Barclay took her hint, knowing she was warning him not to spill the beans.

Recalling what Melody had done to him, he immediately said, “Aunt Fairlee, you have to help me. She attempted to seduce me, and when I refused, she then accused me of trying to rape her. She even called someone to beat me up!”

Barclay did not realize that the one who gave the order was Ken instead of Melody since he was being held down and beaten at the time.

Upon hearing Barclay’s accusation, Fairlee’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she glared fiercely at Melody.

She couldn’t believe this woman had the audacity to toy with her beloved nephew, whom she had lavished with so much care.

The guests, too, murmured in disapproval upon hearing Barclay’s accusations.

“What’s wrong with this daughter of the Fox family? Such disgraceful behavior!”

“What a shame! If I were her, I’d be too ashamed to

Ito show my face!”

“It was my mistake for trusting her! Even though she is ugly, I thought her coffee–making skills indicated good character. Thank goodness! didn’t let her near my daughter, or she might have corrupted her!”

Melody tried to explain, but Yolanda’s hand covered her mouth, silencing her completely.

“Good for you, Melody!” Fairlee’s voice dripped with hatred. “If the Fox family doesn’t resolve this today, mark my words, this won’t be the end of it!”

At Fairlee’s fury, Astrid smirked faintly.

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Astrid was convinced that Melody would never again have the chance to marry Ulric. No matter how soft-hearted Margaret was, she couldn’t possibly allow a convict into the Swanson family. “Everything is perfectly resolved. Barclay’s beating was truly worth it, and I will thank him properly, she thought with satisfaction.

What are you still waiting for? Take Miss Fox

Astrid suppressed the urge to smile, maintaining a stern face as she instructed the bodyguards. “What are you still going to the police station!”

Just as Melody was about to be escorted out, Astrid took a deep breath. She gathered her strength and swiftly slammed Yolanda onto the ground with an over–the–shoulder maneuver.

“Ah, Yolanda let out a pained cry.

Mabel rushed forward, supporting Yolanda while reproaching Melody, “Melody, you’re too much! Even if you lack manners, how dare you lay a hand on Mom!”

Melody turned a cold, sinister gaze toward Mabel, sending a shiver down her spine. Subconsciously, Mabel averted her eyes.

Melody asked coldly, “Are none of you guys going to be reasonable?”

Fearful of things going out of control, Mabel hastily retorted, “There is no need for any reasoning. Just confess quickly and spare the Fox family from further embarrassment!”

Astrid waved her hand. “Take this woman away quickly!”

The bodyguards responded and immediately walked towards Melody. Melody took two steps back, her hand reaching towards her pocket where she kept the evidence. But before she could retrieve it, the bodyguard was already upon her.

Melody’s two hands were held up, unable to take out the evidence.

Just then, a towering figure intervened. “Is it fair for so many adults to bully a young woman?”

The voice sent a jolt of awareness through Melody. Her spine stiffened as she looked in shock at the figure before her. The tall and imposing presence, along with his straight nose and sharp facial features, left no doubt in Melody’s mind it was Ken. Even from just the side profile, it was unmistakable.

She hadn’t expected Ken to step in.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melody noticed Maria hurrying over.

it dawned on Melody that Maria had been conspicuously absent until now as she was trying to find help for her.

Melody couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading in her heart. For the first time, she felt that she was not alone in this. She regarded Ken as skeptical, wondering if her rescuer would truly help her.

As if sensing her scrutiny, he glanced sideways at her. His eyes carried a hint of reproach as if to say, “Troublemaker”

Yet, she felt a strange sense of reassurance wash over her.

“Melody, it’s okay, Maria reassured, finally reaching her side with hobbling steps. Her presence dispersed the bodyguards immediately, as they gripped Melody’s hand with her wrinkled ones.

A warm feeling enveloped Melody’s heart at that moment when Maria held her hand, Matody made a silent vow to herself that she would protect her at all costs. She would not allow the same tragedy to befall her as in her previous life.

As Mabel observed this scene from the crowd, she bit her lip in envy. Despite her efforts to curry favor with Maria for over a decade, she had never received the same affection as Melody did.

Furious, Mabel stormed out from the crowd, her steps purposeful and determined.

“Grandma!” Mabel quickly strode in front of Maria. “Melody has disgraced our family. Why are you still backing her up? People are going to think of our family as a joke.”

As these words echoed, the guests began to regard Maria with less respect. When Melody’s mother was alive, the Fox family business flourished. But now, the guests wondered if Maria’s lack of action had led to the family’s declining fortunes. Unfazed by the shifting perceptions of the crowd, Maria straightened her spine and positioned herself in front of Melody.

Fairlee, noticing the scene, directed a dissatisfied query at Ken. “Mr. Swanson, what are you doing?”

Ken, however, ignored Fairlee. His gaze coldly fixed on Barclay lying on the stretcher, “Barclay, tell us the truth.” he said.

“Mr. Swanson, what do you mean? Are you implying that I lied just now?” asked Barclay.

Since Barclay seemed not to recognize Ken, Ken responded playfully, “Wasn’t that the case?”

Barclay scoffed, “Look at her ugly face! What could I possibly see in her? It’s obvious she failed to seduce me, so she called for someone to beat me in retaliation.”

Melody narrowed her eyes. “Barclay, I’ll give you one last chance. Do you want to tell the truth or not?” Her voice sliced through the air like a blade dipped in ice water, chilling enough to make one quiver.

Barclay, meeting her steely gaze, felt as though he was being suffocated.

At that moment, Fairlee patted his shoulder reassuringly, saying, “You don’t need to fear her. She can’t threaten you. Just speak the truth. With me here, no one can falsely accuse you.”

Barclay’s scared heart slowly calmed down. He pointed at Melody and said, “I’m telling the truth, Aunt Fairlee. You must help me seek justice!”

Fairlee heard this and cast a cold smile towards Melody. “My nephew doesn’t lie. He’s always an honest man. Are you trying to bully an honest person, Miss Fox?”

Melody pursed her lips and said in a deep voice, “Mr. Lawrence, since you refuse to admit it, shall we all listen to this recording together?”

Without hesitation, she played the recording on her cell phone.

Barclay’s eyes widened abruptly. He never expected her to have recorded their conversation.

Barclay desperately wanted to stop it, but he was powerless. Wordlessly, he could only stand by while Melody’s voice started playing.

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Wilmot smirked and retorted, “Ms. Mabel, I didn’t know you had a sister. Moreover, was it not you who told me she’s a good–for–nothing just now? You told me she had no medical knowledge, but now that she has successfully saved my son, you turn around and claim she’s your sister?”

“I… Mabel was stumped by his questions and was left red-faced.

“You tried to stop her from saving Shane earlier on, and now you have the audacity to ask me to hand over the shop to you. How shameless can you get?” Wilmot continued his rebuke.

People started to whisper to one another, berating her for her shamelessness

Mabel became agitated, as she had never experienced such humiliation before. “She’s really my sister! You can ask her when she comes back!” she said defensively.

Arching an eyebrow, Wilmot said, “Sure! We shall know when we find her. Pardon me for being harsh, but if you are found lying, then you will not be welcomed to any of my shops in the future, Miss Fox

“We shall see!” Mabel was not disturbed by that threat, as she was telling the truth. On the contrary, she was very confident that it would be only a matter of time before she took over the shop.

Meanwhile, at the mall’s emergency exit stairway, Ken had backed Melody into a corner.
With his palms placed firmly against the door, he trapped Melody’s body between his sinewy arms, making escape impossible for her.

Melody had her heart in her throat, overwhelmed by Ken’s imposing presence. Although she was married to Ulric in her previous life, they were never intimate with one another.

Ken’s behavior unnerved her.

“Keep your distance!” Melody grunted, feeling a little self–conscious.

Ken smiled mischievously and teased, “Shy? You weren’t so bashful when we were in bed on the cruise the other day.

Melody blushed when reminded of that awkward incident.

“Oh, shut up! Bug off before I scream for help!” she hissed.

“Ooh! Scream for help? Trust me, no one will dare to come near even if you scream at the top of your voice.”

Ken said.

Melody glared at him for a moment, then suddenly gave him a smirk and taunted, “I never thought a hunk like you would be interested in an ugly ducking like me. Sounds interesting! I have nothing to lose anyway, so bring it on!”

Encouraged by his bewildered expression, she teasingly reached out to his waist and started undoing his belt. As she was doing that, she accidentally touched a sensitive part of his body. He felt a lump in his throat and hurriedly backed off

“What’s wrong, Isn’t that what you brought me here for? Why shy away now? Come on!” she quipped.

Usually, it was beautiful people who got away with murder, but in her case, Melody was taking advantage of her ugly blotchy face. She was positive no men would be attracted to such a face, to she would be safe even if she teased him mercilessly.

Emboldened, Melody moved in closer to Ken, causing him to back away faster.

“Stop it!” he snapped, reaching out with one hand and effortlessly managed to restrain both her hands.

“It’s not what you think. I wanted to find out how good a doctor you are,” he said.

“Not too bad,” Melody replied.

“Are you willing to offer your service if I need your help to examine an elderly relative from my family?” he asked.

Shifty–eyed Melody slyly replied, “Elderly? No problem, but nothing is for free. My consultation fee is two million dollars. Is that acceptable to you?”

Ken’s eyes narrowed and dimmed. He was disappointed.

He had high hopes that Melody would be different from the women he encountered previously. Alas, she was a gold–digger. just like the rest.

All of a sudden, Ken became dispirited. He coldly said. “Forget it. There’s nothing much you can do about her problem anyway.”

Nevertheless, he whipped out a cheque of two million dollars for her and said, “This is the consultation fee for your service on the cruise. Remember to bring my items to the party. After that, we’ll be even.”

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After that, Ken strode out of the emergency stairway. The heavy door slammed shut behind him, severing any lingering interest he had in Melody.

Melody was not bothered by his sudden change in attitude. Her attention was on the cheque and the amount written on it. She could not believe he indeed paid her two million dollars.

Resolved to look into the health issue of his elderly relative if given the chance, she quietly muttered to herself, Two million dollars.

She realized that curing the red blotched her face would require at least five expensive ingredients, each costing a fortune. I really need to start saving up, she thought.

Melody carefully pocketed the check and stepped out of the stairwell. Just as she did, someone called out to her excitedly. “Doctor! I was hoping to find you here!”

Startled, Melody turned to see a woman dressed in the uniform from Wilmot’s beauty shop.

“Is everything alright? I thought the paramedics had arrived by the time I left, Melody asked, puzzled.

“Oh, everything’s fine. Our boss just wants to thank you personally the woman said, pulling her towards the shop without waiting for a response.

As Mélody reentered, Wilmot approached her with a look of deep remorse. “Miss, I’ve come to realize you weren’t trying to hurt my son, you were actually saving him! I was wrong to doubt you and almost prevented you from doing so…”

Melody dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “It was nothing, really. No thanks needed.”

She had only demanded a hefty fee from Ken to avoid getting tangled up with him. But when it really mattered, Melody never hesitated to help.

Just then, Mabel came up to Melody, beaming from ear to ear. She held onto Melody’s arm and chirped. “Melody?”

“ Are you out of your mind?” Melody asked, baffled by her change in attitude. She found Mabel’s pretentious mannerisms. and nauseatingly sweet voice repulsive.
Mabel’s smile froze, and she had to work hard to suppress her rising annoyance. “What are you talking about, Melody? I’m perfectly fine…

Wilmot walked up to them and asked, “Doctor, is Mabel your sister?”

“Of course,” Mabel cut in, before Melody could utter a sound.

At that point, Melody could tell that something was amiss. She met Wilmot’s inquisitive gaze, curled her lips, and said, “I’m afraid this lady made a mistake. I don’t know her.

“I knew it!” Wilmot took out an ownership transfer document and handed it to Melody, saying, “I can’t thank you enough for saving Shane’s life. As a gesture of our gratitude, I would like to gift you this shop. Please do not reject us. We’ll feel indebted eternally if you do not accept our token of appreciation.”

Melody instantly pieced the puzzle together. Mabel’s sudden outpour of affection was with an ulterior motive. She was eyeing Wilmot’s shop.

Melody knew all about Wilmot’s extraordinary talent in makeup artistry. Not just Wilmot himself, but his entire team was also top–notch. Whenever the elite ladies of Silverlake had an important event to attend, they would flock to Wilmot’s salon for their makeup needs. Taking over his shop meant gaining direct access to half of the city’s high society network. So Melody didn’t hesitate for a second and immediately accepted the transfer of ownership.

When Melody was signing the ownership transfer document, Wilmot turned his attention to Mabel.

“Ms. Mabel, I hope you remember what we have discussed earlier. Since you are not related to Shane’s savior, please honor our agreement and do not patronize my shops from now on!” He had a cold glare in his eyes when he said that.

Wilmot was no fool; he suspected that Melody and Mabel knew each other. Yet, his integrity wouldn’t allow him to respect someone as opportunistic as Mabel, so he immediately concluded that she was lying.

Mabel’s face turned ghostly pale when she heard Wilmot’s declaration. Not only had she lost the chance to own the shop. but she was now permanently banned from receiving any services from Wilmot’s highly sought–after salon.
She panicked and started pleading with Melody. “Melody, please, don’t be mad at me. Clarify our relationship with him, will you?”

She deeply regretted instructing Melody to act as if they were strangers earlier, thinking it would save her from embarrassment. Now, she was desperately in need of Melody vouching for their relationship.

However, Melody promptly brushed off her hand and aloofly said. I’m sorry, but we are not acquainted at all.” She finished signing the ownership transfer document, exchanged contact details with Wilmot, and made her way out.

Wilmot was in a hurry to visit his son at the hospital, so he did not hold Melody back. He left as soon as she departed.

Mabel was left standing alone in the shop, enduring scrutinizing looks from the staff in the shop

Furious, she ran after Melody and shouted, “Stand still, Melody!”

Melody stopped in her tracks and gave Mabel a hostile glare. “What can I do for you, Miss Fox?

“Stop your act, you slut! Why did you say you don’t know me? Mabel demanded.

Melody put on an aggrieved face and said, “Isn’t that what you wanted? You told me to pretend we didn’t know each other so I wouldn’t embarrass you, right?”

Mabel could not find her retort, as Melody had used what she said against her.

Suddenly, she recalled Ken also appeared and helped Melody earlier in the day. She reckoned Melody became more. arrogant after being backed by Ken.

She got closer to Melody and said in a hushed voice, “If you think Ken Swanson has your back, and now you can act high and mighty, you are wrong! That’s wishful thinking on your part!”

Ken Swanson? So he’s Ulric’s brother?” Melody was dumbfounded. She thought Ken was just a member of the extended Swanson family and had not expected him to be so closely related to Ulric.

“Let me tell you something. Ken may be running the Swanson Group for now, but he can never be the true heir! He injured Ulric for his selfish gains. Do you think he would still stand a chance when Ulric recovers from his injuries? No way! Everyone may appear to respect him, but they are talking behind his back. Once Ulric regains control of Swanson Group, Ken will be in trouble. So if you are counting on Ken to be your backer, you can forget it. An evil man like him would never fall for an ugly duckling like you, Mabel added.

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Melody’s face clouded over when she heard what Mabel said. She had already heard those accusations from Ulric in her previous life. But based on her recent encounters with Ken, she was certain that Ken was not the wicked man–the kind who would harm his own brother–that Ulric and Mabel made him out to be.

A sense of certainty grew within Melody. The truth about Ken could not have been as simple as it seemed.

She knew deep down that Ulric, who put on an act of gentleness and humility for everyone, was actually the true snake in the grass. Melody was convinced that Ulric had cunningly used her as a pawn to hurt Ken in countless ways, all without her ever realizing it.

Back then, Ulric had spun a web of lies that painted Ken as a villain the kind who’d stoop to any underhanded trick, even harming his own brother, all to secure the family inheritance for himself. And Melody had totally fallen for his lies.

Moreover, thanks to Ulric’s deliberate machinations, Melody had never even crossed paths with Ken in her previous life, nor had she so much as seen him.

Given the chance, she was dead set on helping Ken and taking Ulric down, no matter what.

With a newfound resolve. Melody plastered on a fake smile and questioned Mabel. So, what are you trying to get at here”

Infuriated, Mabel extended her hand and demanded bluntly, “So, be smart and hand over the contract right now.

Melody dropped the phony smile and fired back coldly. “In your dreams.

She had already lost enough to Mabel in her previous life. But now that she had been given a second chance, there was no way Melody would just take everything lying down all over again. This time, she was determined to turn the tables

That was impossible.

Mabel’s face twisted with fury as she said, “Well, look who’s suddenly decided to tune in. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you! What, you think you can just waltz in here and sink your claws into Ken or Ulric? Let me make this crystal clear neither of them is an option for you. Your only future is right back where you crawled out from, got it?”
“You done with your little meltdown there?” Melody yawned, unfazed. “If so, I’m outta here”

Mabel was fuming, her face turning beet red. But then she remembered her mother’s plan and quickly cut Melody off. “Hold up a second! Mom scored you an appointment at that fancy new salon downtown. So let’s get going, huh?” she said.

“Like hell,” Melody shot back, shoving past Mabel with ease. She turned on her heel and made a beeline for the exit.

Mabel scrambled after her, but Wilmot, who’d witnessed the whole scene, gestured to two impeccably dressed security guards to intercept her.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Mabel demanded, her voice dripping with entitlement.

“Nothing, ma’am,” one of the guards replied politely. “Just making sure you don’t give Miss Fox any more trouble.”

Free from Mabel’s bothersome presence, Melody emerged from the boutique half an hour later, a navy blue dress bag clutched in her hand. The dress itself was elegant and understated, a perfect fit for her.

However, the way the sales staff kept exchanging looks and whispering made it clear they thought Melody’s face ruined the whole look. But Melody ignored their snarky comments and paid for the dress before heading out.

Stepping out of the cool air-conditioned mall into the bustling city street, she realized with a frown that the driver who was supposed to be waiting had vanished. Mabel, of course, seemed to be enjoying the situation. A glimpse through the rearview mirror of a sleek car revealed her waving mockingly at Melody, a triumphant smirk plastered on her face.

Melody pressed her lips together, a flicker of anger sparking in her eyes. There was no denying it: Mabel had gotten on her nerves

Just then, a sleek Maybach drove past her. The driver spotted Melody on the curb. He hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. With a tap on the brakes, he brought the car to a stop. He stole a glance at her through the tinted windows, then turned to address the occupant in the backseat. “Mr. Swanson, perhaps we should…”

Drive! came a curt reply from the back. Ken hadn’t even bothered to lift his head.

“Yes, sir, the driver said, easing off the brake.

The driver recalled witnessing Ken help this woman previously. He figured he had mistakenly believed they were acquainted.

Melody looked up only after the car had driven away, but that didn’t stop her from clearly hearing the driver address “Mr. Swanson, who had responded with a cold and curt, “Drive”

Melody shrugged, not bothering to wonder why Ken’s attitude had changed so drastically There was nothing going on between them anyway, just a couple of chance encounters. Once she returned the dagger, their paths would likely never cross again Melody watched as the Maybach disappeared into the stream of traffic, a furrow creasing her brow Content belongs to NôvelDrama.Org

Should I be teaming up with Ken to deal with Ulric? Lost in thought, Melody flagged down a taxi.

Meanwhile, Mabel was the first to reach home sobbing uncontrollably as she recounted the day’s happenings.

Yolanda rubbed her temples in exasperation. The initial plan had been for Mabel to sabotage Melody’s dress. Not only had that plan backfired, but Melody had also secured Wilmot’s store

“You bumbling idiot!” Yolanda hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. There’s no way we can let that store fall into her hands!”

By the time Melody had returned to the Fox family bungalow, it was almost time to go.

As she stepped out of the taxi, Yolanda greeted her with a big stride, urging her to enter the car and wait for their grandmother with the rest of them.

Melody could tell from their expressions that these two were after the store. Feigning ignorance, she calmly got into the car.

As soon as she was seated, Yolanda linked arms with her affectionately and inquired, “I heard from Mabel that Wilmot gave you the store’s contract?”

“Yes,” Melody replied, with a casual shrug.

Yolanda nodded and continued, “Mabel told me everything. You accidentally saved Wilmot’s kid, and he gave you the store as a thanks. But you’re young and don’t know the first thing about running it. Hand me the contract for now. I’ll manage things until you get the hang of Silverlake. I promise I won’t pocket a cent of the profit.”

Melody looked back at Mabel, who was smirking like she’d already won. Melody couldn’t help but return the smile.

Melody continued with a laid–back tone, “Sure, take it. She handed over the contract to Yolanda as if it was nothing.

They are so desperate to get their hands on the store, she thought. Well, let them have it. But holding onto it? That was another story. Yolanda, holding the contract, paused, visibly shocked. This is not at all what I expected. Why is she so damn accommodating all of a sudden? Is this some kind of trap? Or is she just a pushover who can’t stand up for herself?” she wondered

“I’ll look after the store for you, for now, Yolanda said with a forced smile, though she couldn’t shake off a nagging unease.

Before Yolanda could make sense of it all, Mabel snatched the contract with a triumphant look that screamed, “This contract is mine, like it or not.”

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Not long after, Maria emerged, and Melody quickly moved to help her into the car.

Yolanda caught sight of Melody’s plain dress, which looked utterly drab next to Mabel’s sparkling ensemble. The contrast brought a smirk to her face.

With Melody’s homely mug, they didn’t need to lift a finger–she was a natural foil to Mabel’s shine. Still, it was a pity their plot to mess up Melody’s dress hadn’t panned out. It would have been a treat to see her embarrass herself even more.

As they drove towards the Swanson family estate, Maria leaned in to give Melody some advice. “When we get there, just zip it and follow my lead. Astrid isn’t someone you can just sweet–talk, but she won’t dare refuse the marriage with me around.”

Melody nodded, all too aware of how formidable Astrid Swanson could be, especially since she was also Ulric’s mom. She had once bent over backwards trying to win Astrid’s approval, all for a shot at marrying Ulric. Despite all her efforts, Astrid had never shown her a shred of warmth.

Now, Melody couldn’t stand the sight of Ulric and had zero interest in currying favor with Astrid ever again. She just nodded absently in response to Maria’s instructions.

The car pulled into the parking lot of the Swanson villa, where luxury cars filled the space and well–dressed guests disembarked.

In her past life, Melody would have been extremely nervous in such a place like this, but she could now remain calm and focused. She helped Maria out of the car, making sure she didn’t trip or stumble.

Maria was pleased with Melody’s composure. The four of them were walking towards the mansion, when security stopped Melody at the entrance

“Who are you with? Got an invitation? We don’t let strangers in the security guard demanded, eyeing Melody with overt distaste.

Her ugly mug and simple outfit made her stick out like a sore thumb amid the opulence of the event, clearly not fitting in with the glitz of the Swanson’s high society.

Mabel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, but it died as Maria’s cold stare pierced her. She quickly forced out a cough to cover up her laughter.

Yolanda, catching Maria’s cold stare, hurried forward to address the guard. “Look, this is my daughter, Melody. And here’s the invitation,” she said with a hint of impatience. Reaching into her purse, she presented the invitation with a flourish.

Normally, guests wouldn’t need to show their invitations again, but with Melody in tow, Yolanda felt compelled to prove their legitimacy at the event.

Yolanda was mortified but felt a perverse sense of satisfaction too
After years of being overshadowed by Melody’s glamorous mother, seeing her daughter now struggling to even enter the gates of the Swanson estate felt like a twisted victory.

She might not have been able to outshine that woman, but her daughter had certainly outshone Melody.

The security guard scrutinized the invitation carefully. Satisfied was genuine, he mumbled an apology and let them through.

Melody didn’t utter a word. She shot the guard a withering glance before following Maria inside.

The estate was buzzing with festive energy, decorated with strings of colorful lights, but Melody felt a thrill despite the celebratory atmosphere. She was met with disdainful stares and hushed whispers, feeling the weight of judgment from every corner.

She pretended not to notice, quietly staying by Maria’s side.

A familiar voice called out from the grand staircase, “Oh, Mrs. Fox is here!”

Melody turned to see Astrid, whose smile cracked for a moment into a grimace of repulsion.

How could someone be so… hideous? Astrid thought to herself, barely maintaining her smile. The mere sight of Melody was enough to turn her stomach.

Is this eyesore really supposed to marry my Ulric? Astrid fumed internally.

However, as a seasoned socialite, Astrid quickly composed herself, plastering on a fake smile. “Mrs. Fox, my mother has been asking about you. Unfortunately, she’s feeling ill and can’t attend the party. Let me take you to her, she said, leading Maria away.

Astrid glanced past Melody without a second look, her eyes landing on Mabel with a critical gaze.

Seizing the moment, Mabel quickly introduced herself, “Hello, Mrs. Swanson, I’m Mabel”

“Mabel, right…” Astrid nodded with a forced smile. You were the belle of the ball last year, weren’t you?”

Mabel blushed, proud, while Yolanda beamed beside her, sharing in her daughter’s glory.

Seeing this, Maria felt a twinge of annoyance.

Although both Mabel and Melody were guests, today was supposed to be about Melody. Mabel’s forwardness had thrown off

the focus. Frustrated, Maria cut in before Astrid could dismiss Melody any further. “Astrid,” she interjected. “I don’t think I’ve properly. introduced you to Melody. You remember I mentioned her before–she’s…”

Astrid cut her off. “Let’s not go there right now. You really should visit my mom first. It’s been ages, and she’s been asking about you.”

Clearly, Astrid had no intention of letting anyone find out that Melody was connected to her.

She hadn’t expected that Wilona Fox, once celebrated for her beauty, would have such a ugly daughter. So she had dismissed. the rumors as mere gossip just yesterday. But seeing Melody in person was a reality check that hit her like a slap in the face.

This only cemented Astrid’s resolve to call off the engagement.

Maria, picking up on Astrid’s barely concealed distaste, quickly caught on to her true sentiments,

Though Astrid liked to think she ran things in the Swanson family, she wasn’t the end–all. As long as Margaret approved, Astrid’s objections wouldn’t stand in the way of the marriage.

With this in mind, Maria kept her thoughts to herself. Turning to Melody, she said, “Melody, let’s go see Mrs. Swanson together.”

Just as Melody was about to respond, Astrid interjected, “Mrs. Fox, Margaret is really not up for visitors. How about I show Melody around a bit, and you go see her first?”

Maria, not being in a hurry, nodded in agreement,

A servant escorted Maria away while Astrid led Melody, Yolanda, and Mabel toward the drawing room upstairs.

“There are quite a few guests today, and most of the ladies are upstairs enjoying coffee. Please, join them,” Astrid directed. As they ascended, Astrid’s focus was entirely on Mabel, treating Melody as if she were just part of the backdrop. It was obvious Astrid preferred Mabel over Melody by a long shot.

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Mabel and Yolanda exchanged a knowing glance, quickly picking up on Astrid’s intentions, and they couldn’t help but feel a thrill of delight.

Mabel subtly nudged Melody to the back of the group, effectively pushing her out of the spotlight. Yet, Melody remained. unruffled, her expression steady.

As the grand double doors swung open, they were greeted by a scene straight out of a high–society magazine, with an array of elegantly seated ladies sipping coffee. The sight of such prominent guests from both Silverlake and Insterimond sent a shiver down Yolanda’s spine.

Noticing Yolanda’s discomfort. Astrid glanced at Melody. She was eager to see if Melody would be intimidated by the grand drawing room and its high society guests.

But turning her attention to Melody. Astrid was taken aback to find her standing serenely behind Mabel, her calm demeanor and graceful smile somehow making her more striking than her sister

Astrid paused, a hint of disdain crossing her mind. She figured Melody was just too naive to grasp the dynamics of high society, hence her lack of nervousness.

After settling in, Astrid introduced Yolanda and the others, emphasizing Mabel while barely mentioning Melody. The sharp ladies in the room, keen observers of social cues, quickly engaged Mabel in conversation.

The room buzzed with disapproval as everyone’s gaze fell on Melody, the “ugly duckling” betrothed to the Swanson family’s most eligible bachelor. Despite the arranged marriage, it was clear no one thought she belonged.
Just then, a socialite eagerly stepped forward, offering to demonstrate her coffee–making skills to Astrid. Being a coffee lover, Astrid was about to agree when her gaze shifted to Melody.

“Ms. Melody,” she began. “I recall your mother’s renowned coffee-making skills. Would you honor us by preparing some coffee?”

A murmur of anticipation swept through the room. Yolanda, sensing an opportunity for Mable, quickly interjected before Melody could respond. “Mrs. Swanson, speaking of coffee, Mabel has recently mastered the art. Perhaps she could demonstrate?”

Yolanda knew that showcasing her daughter’s talents would impress the elite gathering, potentially elevating her social standing, regardless of the marriage prospects with the Swansons After all, any connection made here could be beneficial. but with the Swanson family in the picture, she aimed high.

However, Astrid stood her ground. “Mrs. Fox,” she said sharply. invited Melody, not Mabel. Are you suggesting that Melody can’t even make a simple cup of coffee?”

Astrid’s tone was laced with disdain, her expression a mix of mockery and amusement. She wanted nothing more than to see Melody humiliated, to make everyone in the room believe, deep down, that Melody was in no way worthy of her precious son

Yolanda felt the scornful gazes of all the guests in the room, her face flushing with embarrassment. She muttered to herself, wondering why her meddling mother–in–law had insisted on bringing Melody of all people to such a grand event. Ruining my own reputation is bad enough, but she’d be damned if my Mabel, my precious pearl, got tarnished in the process! She cursed internally.

Struck by a sudden idea, Yolanda spoke up. “Regardless of whether Melody can handle it, since we’re supposed to be making the best coffee for you, I think we should let Mabel take the lead. She knows what she’s doing…”

Mabel quickly chimed in, supportive as always, “Mrs. Swanson, it’s alright with you, I’d love to make the coffee instead. Astrid, pretending to be shocked, turned to Melody and scoffed. You can’t even handle making a simple cup of coffee? I thought despite your country upbringing, you were at least educated to the standards of Silverlake’s other socialites…”

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Chapter 11

“Mrs. Fox, it was in a pit in the backyard, the servant replied.

“Take me to see it, Maria commanded.

As the group trudged into the backyard, Melody instantly spotted Mabel’s necklace right in the pit she had dug earlier. It turned out Mabel had actually stooped so low as to stash the necklace there, but this just made things simpler for Melody.

“How the hell did the necklace end up here?” Mabel blurted out, pretending to be shocked as she snatched it up.

Just as she was about to point fingers at Melody, Melody cut her off. “Wait a sec! Why the hell is there a cigarette butt here?”

Mabel’s face drained of color. In her haste to hide the necklace, she’d completely spaced on the cigarette butt.

Maria scowled. “Since when are there cigarette butts in my backyard? I banned smoking in this house after I got sick. Who the hell has been breaking my rules”

Mabel gulped, clearly on edge, and stammered, “Grandma, let’s just focus on finding out who took my necklace, okay? We can sort out the cigarette thing later.”

Mabel. Melody said, rolling her eyes sarcastically. “Maybe the person who snatched your necklace is also the smoker. They might’ve lit up right before bailing”

She turned to Maria and said, “Grandma, we should get this cigarette butt tested. The DNA might tell us who it belongs to.”

Maria nodded. That makes sense. Have it sent for testing right away!”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Hattie responded, already on her way,

Mabel panicked and grabbed Hattie. “Wait, Hattie! Just because they smoked doesn’t mean they’re the thief. I just remembered I saw

But before Mabel could finish. Melody interjected, “Mabel, why are you so freaked about testing the cigarette butt? Sounds like you’ve got something to hide.”

“No way! It wasn’t me!” Mabel protested, her face flaming red.

Maria’s tone was firm. “Hattie, take that cigarette butt for testing Now!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Hattie said, pulling away from Mabel and heading off to get it tested.

Mabel broke into a cold sweat but didn’t dare to stop Hattie, knowing it would make her look even more suspicious.

Melody jumped in, “Hey Grandma, since we’re testing the cigarette butt, why not send in the necklace too? There might be fingerprints on it

“One more thing” Melody added, trying to clear the air. “I did dig that pit, but Mabel’s necklace wasn’t there at the time. Mabel can back me up on this Plus, wasn’t she about to take a bath? I clearly remember the necklace was still on her when 1 www Fire”

Melody decided to own up to digging the pit, figuring Mabel would spill the beans eventually.

Then Mabel quickly chimed in. “I don’t remember if the necklace disappeared before or after my bath.”

Yolanda, sharp as ever quickly came to her daughter’s defense. Maybe Mabel’s a bit mixed up. But what’s really bugging me is why Melody was digging around in the backyard in the middle of the night? And isn’t it a bit too convenient that Mabel’s necklace just happened to be in that very hole!”

Maria paused, giving a silent cue for a servant to confiscate the necklace for further testing, then turned to Melody. “What were you really doing out here digging at night?”

Melody, who was ready for this, didn’t directly answer Maria’s question. Instead, with a slight gesture toward a cluster of nearby plants, she casually asked, “Grandma, do you recognize these flowers?”

Before Maria could respond. Yolanda snapped, “Quit dodging the question with irrelevant flower talk!”

I’m actually answering her. Melody retorted as she picked a flower and handed it to Maria. “This is Aster. It’s known for soothing lungs, clearing phlegm, and stopping coughs. I saw it here and thought about cultivating some for your cough. That’s why I was digging”

You’re full of it Mabel blurted out, visibly irritated. “You’re from the countryside–what do you know about medicinal herbs? You’re just trying to throw us off

Melody remained unfazed. “If you doubt me, go ahead and ask the family doctor, she suggested calmly.

Maria accepted the flower from Melody and signaled for the servant to fetch the doctor. “Bring Dr. Finn here, she ordered. “Right away?” the servant replied, and soon after, the family doctor was brought in.

Without letting Mabel or Yolanda get a word in, Maria promptly asked the doctor. “Dr. Finn, is this an Aster plant?”

After examining the flower under the light, the family doctor confirmed. “Yes, it’s definitely Aster. Excellent for treating coughs”

Mabel and Yolanda were instantly silenced by the doctor’s confirmation, leaving Mabel seething with frustration

“How does Melody keep getting this lucky? Mabel fumed internally.

Just then, Hattie called in Maria switched her phone to speaker and inquired, “What are the test results?”

Hattie hesitated before revealing, “Mrs. Fox, the DNA on the cigarette butt matches Miss Mabel’s. And the only fingerprints on the necklace are Miss Mabel’s”

Maria’s face turned stern as she put the pieces together. “So you were the one smoking?” she demanded.

Mabel’s face paled, and she instinctively hid behind Yolanda

Seeing Mabel’s reaction. Yolanda quickly jumped to her defense, albeit confused and slightly frustrated Mom, don’t be too harsh on her. Mabel is still young, maybe influenced by bad company at school… She’s always been at the top of her class, perhaps someone envied her and led her astray.”

“Enough” Maria snapped, her voice firm. “Mabel! Get on your knees and tell us the truth!”

Stable legs shook as she fell in front of Maria. Grandma… I did pick up smoking from some friends at school. But I swear I’ll never touch a cigarette again!”

I’m not asking about that, Marta said, narrowing her eyes. I’m talking about the necklace”

Mabel shook all over, looking terrified.

Before she could come up with an excuse, Maria spoke again, “Melody dug that pit to get medicinal herbs for me. Your cigarette butt was found next to it, and you knew about the pit. Mabel, I can’t believe you’d frame your own sister!”

“No!” Mabel shook her head wildly. “I swear, I have no idea how the necklace ended up there!”

Maria let out a derisive snort. “Really? You don’t know how it got there? Well, the test results are in, and guess what? The necklace only has your fingerprints on it!”

Mabel was speechless. She panicked, rolled her eyes, and fainted on the spot.

Chapter 12

“Mabel!” Yolanda exclaimed, rushing to her daughter’s side. “Mom, this is all my fault, don’t blame her! We found the necklace, so let’s just put this behind us. She’s still just a kid!” Yolanda pleaded.

Melody couldn’t help but feel a twinge of bitterness. A kid? I have never met a 54–foot–tall kid. Yet, she kept her face empathetic, playing along with the act

“Grandma. Mabel passed out. Can we drop this for now? As long as you don’t think I took the necklace. I’m fine with whatever,” Melody said, maintaining her composure,

Maria looked from Mabel to Melody, her disappointment tempered with appreciation for Melody’s graciousness. She gestured for Yolanda to take Mabel away, then grasped Melody’s hand warmly. “You’re such a good girl. I nearly did you wrong. What can I do to make this up to you?”

Melody gently shook her head. “Grandma, I don’t want anything, I just want you to believe me.”

Tears welled up in Maria’s eyes as she assured. “Of course, I do! No matter what, I will always trust you.”

A subtle smirk played on Melody’s lips, Maria’s trust was worth more than any gift. And, she felt a twisted thankfulness. towards Mabel for unwittingly solidifying that trust, while Mabel and Yolanda had completely eroded theirs.

As Mabel was being carried back to her room, she caught Yoland’s stern warning. “Enough with the acting! Get up!”

Slowly. Mabel opened her eyes. “Mom…” But before she could say more, Yolanda’s hand came down hard across her face.

“Ouch!” Mabel winced in pain, looking at Yolanda in shock.

Despite her sympathy, Yolanda’s anger outweighed her pity. “You’re such an idiot! Didn’t I tell you? Don’t mess with Maria until she’s out of the picture. Can’t you ever just listen?”

Mabel’s tears flowed freely as she sobbed, “I didn’t want to, but the opportunity was just there. I… I just wanted to get rid of Melody as soon as possible!”

“That’s why you’re a fool” Yolanda snapped back. “Didn’t I lay out the plan for you? Once we’re with the Swanson family tomorrow, Melody will be shunned by everyone in Silverlake. Why stir up trouble with her tonight?”

“Now look what you’ve done–your grandmother despises you and feels even more pity for that little brat. Are you happy now?” Yolanda berated Mabel, her anxiety peaking

Mabel shrugged, unbothered. “What’s the rush, Mom? Grandma’s practically on her last leg. Who cares if she’s on my side or not! It’s not like she can protect Melody forever.”
“Shut your mouth! Yolanda hissed in a low, menacing tone. “Don’t you dare say that again! If your father hears this, he’ll skin you alive!“

Mention of her father sent a shiver of fear through Mabel Russell always favored boys, obsessing over her half–brother abroad and barely sparing her a thought.

Any slip–up and Russell would lay into her, though in recent years, her dedication to her studies had somewhat improved her standing with him.

“Mom. Grandma won’t tell Dad about me smoking, right? Mable asked.

Yolanda snapped. “And you dare bring that up! You better stay the hell away from those things from now on!”

As for whether Maria would spill the beans, at all hinged on whether she could hold out until Russell returned.
Yolanda knew she needed to act quickly, to increase the dose of the mercury sulfide.

Thinking about this, Yolanda cursed her misfortune for not bearing a son. With a son, the carpet by Russell is necessary.

Now, all she could hope for was that Mabel could snag a wealthy suitor during their visit to the Swanson family.

With these thoughts, Yolanda pushed aside the evening’s events, focusing instead on planning for tomorrow.

Meanwhile, after leaving the Fox family, Ken immediately took off his jacket and instructed his bodyguard to burn his clothes.

The bodyguard was baffled when he found dirt in the pocket. He hurried to dispose of the dirty clothes.

After burning the clothes, the bodyguard returned to the car and respectfully asked, “Sir, heading straight home now?”

“Yeah. Ken replied, his expression slightly sour. He glanced out the window and smiled playfully, thinking. “That girl’s name is Mabel, huh?”

The next day came in a flash. Mabel flaunted her glamorous attire early in the morning, purposely showing off her jewelry in front of Melody. “Hey, Melody, looks like you don’t have anything nice to wear to the party. Want to borrow something from me!”

Melody smirked, seeing right through Mabel’s attempt to gloss over yesterday’s debacle with her flashy display. “Appreciate the gesture, Mable, but I’ll pass. Don’t fancy getting pricked by any more of your accidental needles,” she quipped with a cool smile.
Mabel was livid, feeling like she could explode, She realized Melody was mocking her, hinting at the trap she and her mother had fallen into with the fox fur coat incident. Anger from past and present grievances surged within her. “You little bi-”

“Melody!” Maria’s voice cut through just as Mabel was about to burl more insults, saving Melody from her venom.

Mabel clenched her jaw and shot Melody a venomous look, but quickly resumed her faux sweet demeanor. “Grandma,” she greeted with forced warmth.

Maria eyed Mabel with a hint of disapproval and then turned to Melody, handing her a bank card. “This is for you.”

Confused, Melody asked, “Grandma, what’s this for!”

With a warm smile, Maria explained. The birthday bash calls for formal wear. I’m not so Sharp-eyed anymore. Take this card and treat yourself to some nice clothes and jewelry at the mall

Melody immediately recognized the card as one from Maria’s private savings. In her previous life, Maria’s remaining assets could have bought a dozen homes in the city, so this card was undoubtedly loaded. Melody was deeply moved by Maria’s lavish trust

This heartfelt gesture reaffirmed Melody’s resolve to protect Maria at all costs. Knowing now about the poisoning that had led to Maria’s demise in her previous life, Melody was determined not to let history repeat itself under Yolanda’s scheming

Thanks, Grandma” she said gratefully

“No need for thanks, we’re family” Maria dismissed with a wave of her hand. I’ve arranged a ride for you to Epoch Plaza.

find something perfect there. Perhaps get your makeup done too, cover up that.”

slued off. Appearance meant a lot for teenagers, It was so bad that Melody’s face had turned out this way.

Melody picked up on her grandma’s expression, but she wasn’t worried, knowing her looks would be back sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Mabel, recognizing the card, was overcome with jealousy. She pinched her thigh hard enough to draw

“Grandma…” Mabel’s voice trembled as she clutched Maria’s hand, her eyes brimming with feigned tears. “I’ve spent the whole night reflecting. I realize my mistakes. I promise to get along better with Melody Mease, both of you, give me one last chance to make things right.”

Maria’s face clouded over as she remembered the drama from last night. Yet, as she looked into Mabel’s sincere, innocent eyes, she found she couldn’t distance herself from her granddaughter.

After a long sigh, Maria finally said, “Alright, go with your sister to the mall and pack something you like. But listen, if this happens again. I’ll act as though I don’t have a granddaughter.

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“I’ve learned my lesson, I swear I’ll change!” Mabel vowed.

Maria sighed, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. “Melody, we’re all family. About yesterday.”

“Yesterday is water under the bridge, Grandma. I promise, Mabel and I are gonna get along just fine, Melody responded with a sweet smile that somehow seemed to deepen Maria’s discomfort.

Just as they were speaking, the car arrived. Maria brushed aside her mixed feelings. There’s your ride. Don’t forget, you need to be back by eleven.

“Got it, Grandma, Melody replied, giving her a reassuring wave before slipping into the car. Mabel slid in right after her.

As soon as Mabel ducked into the car, she snootily said to Melody, “Don’t think for a second you’ve won Grandma over. She still favors me, no matter what. And sitting next to you, looking like that? It’s a freaking curse!”

With that, Mabel made a beeline for the front passenger seat, leaving Melody alone in the back.

Melody, unbothered, just closed her eyes and settled in for a nice, peaceful ride. She turned our Mabel’s petty jabs,

Mabel, planning her grand entrance at the party, thought to herself, With Wilmot Sherman’s makeup wizardry and my stunning outfit, I’m gonna shine like the star of the show tonight

In comparison, Melody would be the troll lurking in the shadows next to Mabel’s radiant fairy princess.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Epoch Plaza. Both sisters stepped out of the car simultaneously

Mabel, fearing Melody might embarrass her, hurried ahead into the building “Listen up, keep your distance and pretend you don’t know me. I’ll come get you after I’m done with my makeover, and then we can look for your dress. Just stay out of my way until then,” she warned before storming off.

Epoch Plaza was a familiar haunt for Mabel, a place where she was known as a leading socialite. The idea of being seen with Melody, who she considered an eyesore, was mortifying

“Fine by me.” Melody shrugged nonchalantly and followed at her own leisure.

Mabel rushed ahead to Wilmot’s shop. Upon arrival, she found a worried crowd. She overheard people anxiously asking if the doctor had arrived yet.

Mabel stopped one of the receptionists and asked, “What’s going on here?”

Initially reluctant to engage, the staff member recognized Mabel and explained. “Mr. Sherman’s son is very ill. We’ve called. for the building’s emergency doctor and are waiting for him to arrive.

In fact, Epoch Plaza had a doctor on duty who would only be summoned in the event of a real emergency.

Realizing Wilmot’s son could be in a dire state, a worried Mabel pushed her way through the crowd and saw an anxious-looking Wilmot knelt beside a boy on the ground. The boy was drained of all color and looked critically ill.

Ugh, why does this have to happen now? What am I gonna do with my makeup then? Mabel thought with annoyance, eager to get Wilmot to do her makeup as soon as possible.
Just then, someone burst in and blurted out, “Mr. Sherman, there’s trouble! The on-call doctor is off today.”

Wilmot’s expression instantly dropped, and he scooped his son into his arms, preparing to dash to the hospital.

Luckily, Melody happened to be in the right place at the right time – she caught wind of the commotion and took one look at the boy, immediately realizing he was in no shape to be moved around. “Put him down right here, I can take care of him!” Melody said without hesitation.

Mabel turned around, surprised to see Melody behind her. She thinks she can play doctor! Fat chance, Mabel thought, disdainful of Melody’s offer.

Before Mabel could say anything, Wilmot’s eyes lit up as he scanned the crowd and asked, “Who said they can help my son?”

The crowd parted, and Melody stepped forward with a serious expression. Wilmot’s hope dimmed slightly upon seeing just a young woman, barely looking old enough to be out of college, claiming she could help. Yet with his son’s limbs stiffening by the second, he was willing to grasp at any straw

“Excuse me–let her through,” Wilmot said, stepping aside to let Melody near his son. “Miss, please, check my son. He was fine just moments ago, playing with the dog, and then suddenly he couldn’t breathe.”

Melody gave Wilmot a reassuring nod and knelt down next to the boy to examine him.

“It’s a collapsed lung! We need to take care of it right away, or he won’t even make it to the hospital, Melody declared with urgency.

Wilmot was struck dumb by what she said as he knew that was a serious, potentially fatal condition. With concern etched on his face, he asked, “Can you treat him?”

“Absolutely!” Melody responded firmly, already digging into the medical bag she always had on hand.

Mabel, however, was not convinced and grabbed Melody’s wrist in panic. “Are you out of your mind? This is a life–or–death situation! Can you even comprehend the responsibility here? What if you make it worse?”

Wilmot was well–connected within the elite social circles in Silverlake. If Melody got in his black books, Mabel feared the entire Fox family would be dragged down as well.

“Let go of me!” Melody snapped, frowning with displeasure. I’m trying to save him!” “Save him? Who the hell do you think you are?” Mabel retorted, then turned to Wilmot. “Mr. Sherman, don’t be fooled by her. She’s just a country bumpkin without any real training. She never even went to college. let alone medical school Handing your son to her would be like sending him to his grave

Wilmot was shocked to hear that. He glared at Melody and demanded, “Is that true! You don’t have any medical knowledge?”

“No, that’s not true!” Melody said, starting to sweat nervously, “Please, you have to trust me. I can save your son’s life!”

Time was running out the boy was in critical condition, and Melody only had a few minutes to perform the emergency procedure he needed.

Wilmot was in a bind, not knowing whose words to believe.

Mabel pressed on. “Mr. Sherman, don’t listen to her! She’s a nobody from nowhere. If she’s so skilled, why hasn’t she been cured? that hideous rash on her own face?”

Wilmot’s gaze turned to Melody’s face, and when he saw the angry–looking red blotches all over it, he too started to wonder, “Yeah if she is truly a medical professional, why hasn’t she taken care of that herself?”

“Get out of here! We don’t want your ‘help‘!” Wilmot concluded that Melody was a fraud, and he pushed her aside, causing her to tumble to the ground.

Just as Wilmot was about to scoop his son into his arms, the boy suddenly started vomiting blood. Horrified, Wilmot cried out, “Shane! Oh no, Shane, don’t scare me like this!”

“There’s no time left!” Melody shouted as she scrambled back to her feet. “If you don’t let me treat him, he’ll die!”

Next, she whipped out a thick needle and decisively plunged it into Shane’s chest.

Wilmot and Mabel were both stunned by Melody’s sudden move. Mabel was quick to recover from the shock, and she began to yell, “Murder! She’s killed him!”

Shane suddenly started to convulse violently and was foaming at the mouth as well. It was a scary sight. Shortly, his convulsion stopped and his lips turned ghostly white. It seemed he had lost all signs of life.

Wilmot pushed Melody away and wailed despondently. “Shane! Wake up, Shane!” he cried.

“Don’t worry. He’ll be fine,” Melody comforted him, even though she was suffering from back pain caused by her fall.

Mabel was furious that Melody had brazenly attempted to treat the boy, resulting in his death.

“Fine? He has stopped breathing and you call that fine? Why do you have to disgrace the whole family with your stupidity?” Mabel was on the verge of breaking down.

If Wilmot ended up holding a grudge, it wouldn’t just be against Melody, but the entire Fox family. Mabel’s reputation in Silverlake’s high society circles was hanging by a thread.

Wilmot’s grief-stricken wailing was cut short by Mabel’s furious ranting. Snapping out of his sorrow, he lunged at Melody grabbing her by the neck and tackling her to the floor. “You killed my son!” he screamed, his bloodshot eyes burning with rage. “You’ll pay with your life!”

Melody tried to explain herself, but Wilmot’s hands were clamped tightly around her throat, choking off her words. She thrashed and struggled violently, desperate to free herself from his strangling grip, but he only squeezed harder in response

Melody’s face flushed red, then started to turn blue as her oxygen was cut off. She could feel her consciousness slipping

away..

Just then…

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“Stop it” A cold, emotionless male voice cut through the chaos

In the next instant, Wilmot was struck by a powerful kick that sent him stumbling backward nearly six feet.

Melody’s heart raced at the voice. With great effort, she lifted her head, but the comer was standing against the light. obscuring his face from view. Her lungs ached from the strangulation, and she broke into violent coughs,

On the other hand, Wilmot was furious at being kicked. Cupping his sore spot, he glared in the direction of his attacker.

However, he was stunned at the sight of the man’s face it was a fall, handsome stranger with piercing dark brown eyes. The man radiated a palpable aura of danger.

“M–M–Mr. Swanson… Wilmot stammered, struggling to greet the imposing figure.

With his lips curled into a cold sneer, Ken huskily mocked, “Is Mr. Sherman planning on committing murder in broad daylight?”

With a slight tilt of his head towards Melody, Ken cued his bodyguard, who quickly rushed over to help the breathless woman up from the ground,

As soon as Melody regained her composure, she turned to seek out her rescuer. She froze when their eyes met – just as she had suspected, it was the same man she had encountered on the cruise

Mr. Swanson? How was he related to the renowned Swanson family? Melody wondered. But there was no time to ponder that now.

Wilmot had quickly gotten back on his feet, ready to fight back verbally. “It’s not me. She’s the one who’s committed murder! She killed my boy!” he snapped.

“Hold up, it’s not like that,” Melody jumped in. “The kid was having trouble breathing, you know, pneumothorax or whatever. So I had to do this needle thing to let the air out. If I didn’t, his lungs would have collapsed and he’d have kicked the bucket!”

“Nah, you’re lying!” Wilmot shot back. “Ms. Mabel said you’re just some scrub who doesn’t know what she’s doing!”

Mabel, who’d been staring at Ken like a lovesick puppy, quickly snapped out of it and stepped up to throw Melody under the bus. That’s right! She ain’t got no medical training, but she thought she could just swoop in and play doctor. And look what happened – she killed the kid!

Fired up by Mabel’s words, Wilmot growled, “So that’s how it is. An eye for an eye. She took my boy, so now she’s gotta pay with her life!”

Ken raised one eyebrow, looking less than impressed. “Oh yeah? And what if I say I’ve got a problem with that?”

Nobody messed with his girl without going through him first.

Wilmot wracked his brain, trying to figure out how to answer that, when suddenly someone in the crowd yelled, “Hey, Shane’s coming too!”

“What!” Wilmot turned his back on Ken and ecstatically ran back to his son. Shane feebly opened his eyes and murmured, “Daddy…”

That brought tears to Wilmot’s eyes, and he held Shane tightly is his arms, thankful that his son was still alive.

Realizing he might have made a mistake, he turned to look at Melody and hesitantly asked, “You saved my son?”

Before Melody could respond, Mabel cut in and said. “That’s impossible, Mr. Sherman, Shane is a blessed boy, and he’s alive because he was born under a lucky star. On the contrary, she had pierced a needle deep into his chest, so you should rush Shane to the hospital for treatment.”

Mabel would never believe a lowly person could possess such lifesaving skills. Melody was a thorn in her flesh, someone she could not wait to get rid of. She was not about to let go of such a great opportunity to find fault with Melody.

Wilmot was swayed, and he brushed aside his earlier suspicion. He agreed that a young country bumpkin like Melody could not possibly possess medical skills.

For a brief moment, he saw Melody as Shane’s savior, so he was grateful for Mabel’s timely reminder. Otherwise, he would have expressed his gratitude to an undeserving liar.

Just then, someone shouted, The ambulance and doctor are here!”

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For fear of causing further harm, Wilmot did not move Shane. Instead, he led the doctor to his son and pleaded, “Doctor, please! You’ve got to take a look at my son, Shane. He’s hurt bad.

The doctor gave Wilmot a reassuring nod. “Alright, let me take a look.” He hurried over to Shane’s side and began examining him.

“How’s my son?” Wilmot could not help asking after the doctor did the initial checks..

The doctor, who was apprehensive when he arrived, was visibly more at ease.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said. “It’s not critical. We’ll send him to the hospital for further treatment and he’ll be fine.”

“What’s wrong with my son?” Wilmot probed.

“It’s pneumothorax, probably due to vigorous physical activity, the doctor replied.

‘Pneumothorax? Isn’t that exactly what that girl diagnosed it to be Wilmot was at a loss for words.

He looked at Melody in bewilderment, his mind still in a daze as the doctor continued, “Thank goodness the boy received the appropriate treatment. The needle thoracostomy was done in time to remove the excess air, relieving the pressure on the lungs. It was a close call.

“N–N-needle thoracostomy? Mabel was standing close by and overhead what the doctor said. She was dumbfounded.
‘So Melody was indeed trying to save the boy? That’s impossible! How can a country bumpkin knows how to perform such a medical procedure. Even I don’t know that!‘ Mabel’s mind was spinning.

Judging by Mabel’s blank look, the doctor assumed she did not understand what he was saying, so he pointed to Shane’s chest and elaborated, “See this? For such an emergency, a decisive needle thoracostomy would save a life. Of course, that applies only if it is tension pneumothorax.”

As he spoke, the doctor summoned the ambulance staff to carry Shane off on the stretcher.

Wilmot was about to leave with them but he quickly stopped in his tracks and asked two of his staff to accompany his son to the hospital instead.

He decided to head back to the shop as he wanted to express his appreciation and also offer his apology to Melody.

Wilmot’s eyes swept around the shop but Melody was nowhere in sight.

He grabbed one of the staff and anxiously asked, “Where’s she? Where’s Shane’s savior?”

“I have no idea. She was still here a while ago…

“Find her! I wish to gift her this shop as a token of appreciation Wilmot said, and everyone in the shop chipped in to search for Melody.
Wilmot’s wife passed on many years ago after succumbing to illness. Shane was the only family he had left. Saving Shane meant saving his life as well, so he had no qualms about gifting Melody the shop.

Wilmot’s shop was one that many people could only dream of patronizing, yet Melody effortlessly got to own such a shop. Mabel was filled with jealousy and resentment toward Melody.

She went up to Wilmot and said, “Mr. Sherman, the girl who saved Shane is my sister. On account of her kind act, could you do my makeup for me? I’m attending a party this afternoon and would like to get a glamorous makeup look Wilmot set his eyes on Mabel and asked, “She’s your sister?”

“Yes!” Mabel nodded and said, “But she grew up in the village and would have no idea how to run a business. If you wish to gift the shop to her, it would be wiser to hand it to me so I can help her manage the business.

The turnover for that particular shop of Wilmot could easily be millions of dollars per month. What was even more valuable was his customer base. With that shop in hand, it meant she could gain access to almost all the socialites in Silverlake. The social connections would provide her with limitless opportunities.

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Chapter 1

The sterile halls of Silverlake Hospital echoed with the harsh sound of a slap striking Melody Fox’s face.

“You bitch! You won’t even save your own sister’s life? What kind of heartless person are you?” Ulric Swanson, her husband, said.

Melody held her reddened cheek, staring at him in stunned disbelief. “You want me to save Mabel? But you know that would require me to donate my own heart, don’t you?”

Ulric sneered callously, “I do, but so what? Mabel is a big–time celebrity and the most gorgeous woman in Silverlake. And you? Did you really think I’d fall for someone like you, with that plain Jane look? Pfft, if you weren’t so damn useful to me, you think I’d have wasted my time marrying you?”

Melody’s eyes narrowed as a chill gripped her, the horrifying truth dawning on her. She had used her exceptional medical skills to nurse the once–disabled Ulric back to health, helping him regain his strength and vitality. As time passed, she had naively believed that their close collaboration had blossomed into genuine feelings for one another. She thought they were building a life together as true partners. However, she was oblivious to the ugly reality – Ulric had never loved her at all.

Then came the news that her half-sister Mabel had suffered a heart attack and urgently needed a transplant. As a result, they called and demanded that Melody donate her own healthy heart to save Mabel’s life.

It was an unconscionable request that Melody had naively believed he would reject outright. But to her utter shock and horror, Ulric had instead lured her to the hospital under false pretenses and strong-armed her into signing an organ donation letter, robbing her of any choice in the matter.

“Hah!” Melody’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet she found herself unable to hold back a bitter, hysterical laugh. After three years of marriage, the devastating truth had finally sunk in she had fallen head over heels in love with a true monster.

Ulric looked at her near–hysterical state with utter disgust. He grabbed her hand and yelled, “Sign it! Mabel can’t wait any longer!”

“No way in hell!” Melody screamed back, struggling wildly against his grip, though she was no match for his brute strength.

Try as she might, Ulric overpowered her, forcing her signature onto the document. Letting out a sigh of relief, he handed it off to the lackey standing by. “Take this to the doctor and get the surgery started, now!”

“Will do, Mr. Swanson, the assistant replied, hurrying off to carry out Ulric’s ruthless orders.

Soon after, Melody was roughly hauled into the operating room. The anesthesia kicked in quick, leaving her body all limp while her mind stayed painfully alert.

The door slammed shut behind Melody, trapping her inside. She tried to speak up but found she had no strength, the anesthesia robbing her of the ability to cry out.

Then, the side door of the operating room creaked open, and Melody caught sight of her stepmother, Yolanda Fox – who usually doted on Melody like her own daughter. But instead of concern, Yolanda approached with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Suddenly, laughter echoed through the room. Melody’s eyes flew wide in shock as she noticed Mabel, who was supposedly unconscious on the bed next to her, sit up with a grin.

The next second, Mabel climbed down from the bed and slowly sauntered towards Melody. Yolanda trailing close behind.

“My dear sister, I’m so touched you’d donate your heart to me. Too bad I don’t actually need it. Mabel smirked.

Melody’s heart sank as the horrible realization hit her that this whole thing had been an elaborate con, cooked up by that mother-daughter duo. They wanted her dead, plain and simple

“Argh” Melody thrashed around with everything she had, but his hands and feet were tied up tight, and the anesthesia had her feeling all weak and useless.

Mabel let out an exaggerated sniffle and wiped at her eyes, putting on an over–the–top show of phony concern. But then, her gaze landed on Melody lying on the operating table, and her eyes went wide with shock. You… your face…” she stammered, utterly flabbergasted

The nasty red spots that had always dotted Melody’s complexion had completely vanished. Her skin was now flawless, her features stunningly beautiful even without a lick of makeup. She looked like the spitting image of Aphrodite herself, the goddess of love and beauty.

For a moment, Mabel–Silverlake’s reigning queen of beauty–felt completely overshadowed. She knew that if Melody ever set her sights on showbiz, she’d be a thousand, even ten thousand times more popular and sought–after than Mabel could ever dream of.

“How…” Mabel staggered back, her face draining of color. The Melody that she had always deemed unattractive was actually a stunning beauty underneath

Melody caught sight of her reflection in the mirror on the operating table and suddenly understood Mabel’s stunned reaction. Those angry red splotches on her face had vanished without a trace.

In fact, the blemishes had been caused by toxins building up in the system. Melody had always figured Ulric was the type to look past the surface stuff and appreciate the beauty on the inside. She’d been planning to surprise him tonight by flushing out those nasty toxins and unveiling her true, flawless face.

But it seems fate had other plans in store. Melody just hadn’t had the time to complete that whole detox regimen, and now instead of getting to surprise her beloved Ulric, she found hers being strong-armed into donating her heart to that wretched half-sister of hers, Mabel

At the surgical table, Mabel’s eyes blazed with jealousy. Shock and consuming her like rapidly growing, towering trees. There was
an envious look root in her heart in an instant, swelling and way she could stomach the idea of Ulric laying eyes on Melody’s transformed, radiant face.

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road! I want that heart out of her. Now! Mabel shrieked, her shrill command ringing out through the operating room.

Yolanda was quick to chime in, barking at everyone to step on it and pick up the pace.

The thing was, the mother–and–daughter duo had paid off all the members of the surgical team. As long as they kept their mouths shut, no one would ever be the wiser that the supposedly “ugly duckling” Melody was actually a stunning swan in disguise.

Melody fought to speak up, to get a word in edgewise, but that anesthesia had her dead to the world. Still, from the movements of her lips, it was clear she was trying to say, “I’ll haunt you forever, even from beyond the grave!”

Yolanda’s lips curled into a smug grin as she clocked the silent threat in Melody’s eyes. “Pfft, give me a break. Remember how your dear old mom kicked the bucket? I made sure that meddling midwife was taken care of Haunt us forever, huh? Fat chance, sweetheart. If ghosts were really so powerful, your dear old mom would’ve been making our lives hell a long time ago. But look around no spooky specters here, just us getting the job done.”

Melody’s eyes went wide as the awful realization dawned on her. Her mother’s death hadn’t been natural at all – Yolanda had been the one to snuff her out. All this time, she’d been treating these two like they were her own flesh and blood, when in reality they were nothing but cold-blooded monsters.

Those fucking bitches Animals! she cursed internally, fury boiling inside her. A vile sweetness surged in her throat, and she suddenly spat out blood.

Those fucking bitches! Animals!‘ she cursed–internally, fury boiling inside her. A vile sweetness surged in her throat, and she suddenly spat out blood.

Yolanda screamed in shock, snatching a surgical knife and plunging it deep into Melody’s heart,

Melody’s vision blurred as darkness enveloped her, and she lost all sensation.

The pain was overwhelming, and her head pounded nonstop.

“When Melody’s eyes flew open, she was staring into the ruggedly handsome face of a disheveled man. He was pressing down on her, and his hand swiftly clamped over her mouth as soon as she woke.

Completely disoriented, Melody thought, What the hell? Didn’t I just die on the operating table? How am I here? And who the fuck is this guy?

Her mind whirled as she tried to piece everything together. She looked around and realized she was in the cabin of the cruise ship that had brought her back to Silverlake from the countryside three years ago.

The realization slammed into her: she wasn’t dead; she had somehow been sent back in time three years.

In a flash, she shook off the shock of being given another go at life.

But what the heck was going on now?

She gasped, trying to resist, only to feel a dagger pressed against her neck.

“If you wanna make it out alive, shut the hell up!” the man growled coldly.

The cabin’s curtains were drawn, hiding his face in the dark, but Melody could sense the reek of blood on him. Suddenly, he began forcefully tearing at her clothes.

Chapter 2

Melody yelped, instinctively covering her chest with her arms. However, she couldn’t help but think, ‘Am I getting hit on? No way, I’m so ugly, who’d want to hit on me?

“Don’t fucking touch me! I’m engaged to the Swanson Group’s second heir! Despite her disdain for Ulric, she had to pull out her fiancée card to scare the man off.

Melody’s declaration seemed to work, as the man paused. “Ulric’s fiancée?”

The man, identified as Ken Swanson, took a step back, his expression darkening. In the dim light, Melody couldn’t see his face clearly, but she caught his hesitation.

Realizing he knew Ulric, she bluffed, “Exactly! Since you know him, you should realize messing with me is off–limits, future Mrs. Swanson here! Leave now, and we can pretend this never happened.”

But right as she spoke, loud footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

“Weird, I could’ve sworn he came this way… one said.

“He must be hiding in one of these cabins, let’s search each one another suggested.

The voices outside were getting closer, and Melody could tell they were about to bust in on them in

So, he wasn’t pulling anything shady; he was actually a fugitive on the run?

The man’s arms on either side of her head were strong and firm, indicating he was well–trained.

With a dagger at her throat, he could end her life in an instant in this room.

Melody decides to negotiate for her safety. “I can help you dodge the crowd outside and treat your wounds, but you gotta promise not to touch me!”

It seemed impossible to escape this guy’s grip, so cooperating seemed her best bet. As soon as she made her offer, the menacing look in Ken’s eyes softened slightly.

“You better keep your end of the deal, or else… I couldn’t give less of a shit whose fiancée you are!” His tone was threatening. and though Melody couldn’t clearly see his face, the air around him felt ice–cold and dangerous.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps reached the cabin door.

Melody realized she had no time to hide Ken. Acting on instinct she pushed him down and started making exaggerated moaning sounds, swaying her hips to sell the act.

Ken realized she was trying to help him escape but looked utterly shocked, apparently not comfortable with the ruse

Despite the rash marring her face, which made her look like she had never been with a man before, she was unexpectedly convincing.

Just then, the cabin door was kicked open. Melody startled like a deer caught in headlights, let out a yelp, and clung to Ken’s neck.

From the hallway light, an intruder saw two bodies tangled together. Melody, on the bottom of Ken, appeared radiant, her blonde hair straggling over a pillow–visually striking even from behind.

However, when she turned her face, revealing hideous red rashes, it destroyed the allure completely.

Disgusted, the man lost interest and slammed the door shut.

“Ken in there?” another voice chimed in, drawing closer.

ha

“Nah, just some weirdos. Let’s go.” The man replied with a wave of the hand.

As the door clicked shut, Melody let out a sigh of relief. She listened as their footsteps faded away, leaving the cabin quiet again.

“Nice work,” Ken said, his tone anything but complimentary. Without even glancing her way, he sat up to tend to his wounds.

In the dim light streaming through the curtain gaps, Melody saw the severity of his injuries. Around his waist was a ghastly wound, and as he dabbed the blood with his shirt, she spotted a bullet embedded there.

The necklace around his chest had miraculously stopped the bullet from piercing all the way through. Despite the grim injury. Ken remained impressively composed. His lack of disgust or fear, even after seeing the blotches on Melody’s face, spoke volumes about his inner strength.

Who the hell is this guy? Melody wondered, just as she watched him bite down on his shirt and harshly yank the bullet out. Blood gushed out like a busted pipe.

“Are you out of your freaking mind?” she exclaimed.

Driven by her medical instincts, even though he seemed like bad news, Melody quickly dressed and grabbed a first aid kit from her suitcase.

Under Ken’s skeptical gaze, she blurted out, I’m a doctor.”

Ken didn’t respond, but he didn’t stop her as she began to staunch the bleeding. Luckily, her med kit was well–equipped. including clotting medicines.

Still, it took her a solid half–hour to get things under control.

“All done,” she announced, finishing up.

Immediately, Ken grabbed her chin, lifting her face. Her face was small compared to his hand, her eyes large and shimmering like crystals, but the red splotches made her look hideous.

He wasn’t one to judge by appearances. But he couldn’t believe that this intriguing woman actually was his disabled brother’s fiancée.

“How old are you? What’s your name? Where do you live?” Ken interrogated her like a cop. Melody was so done with his questioning. She looked away, her lips sealed, and remained silent. After a moment, she said, “They’ve left, you should too.

*Not

“Not gonna spill, huh?” he retorted.

Melody clenched her jaw. She wasn’t about to spill her guts to someone so dangerous.

Ken sneered, lowering his gaze. “Do you even know who I am?”

“I don’t care! Just leave!” Melody snapped.

“Fine” With that, he reached out and yanked the necklace from her neck.

It wasn’t the necklace that mattered, but the ring that hung from it–the ring that belonged to Melody’s mother.

“Give it the fuck back!” Melody lunged, but Ken was a freaking giant. He dangled it just out of reach, smirking as she jumped desperately.

He toyed with her like she was just a little cat, letting her make futile attempts for what seemed like forever before he finally spoke up. “This cruise is heading to Silverlake. Looks like you’re coming along for the ride. Hit me up at the Blue Moon.

Lounge once we dock. I’ll give it back then.”

With that, he struck her neck swiftly, and everything went black Melody collapsed into his arms, knocked out cold.

When she woke up again, the cruise ship had already pulled into the port. Melody bolted upright in bed, only to find that Ken was nowhere to be seen.

She frantically checked herself over and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he hadn’t harmed her.

Next, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a dagger that shimmered with a cold light. She then ran a strand of her hair along the blade, and it sliced clean through.

A cunning smirk crossed her face. Melody figured the dagger was payment enough for her troubles. It looked plain but could slice through iron as if it were butter. Definitely valuable.

When Ken had gone for her neck, she knew she couldn’t fight back physically, so she had cleverly swiped the dagger from his pocket without him noticing.

Not a bad trade-off, all things considered, she thought

But Melody wasn’t gonna track him down at the Blue Moon Lounge. She had too much on her plate already–no time to waste on some risky stranger. She had bigger scores to settle–for herself and her mom

Melody stashed the dagger and caught a glimpse of herself in the room’s mirror. Her face was blotchy with alarming red patches. She pulled out a medicine packet from her suitcase and started treating herself immediately.

Ridding herself of the toxins would take months and would normally require expensive medicinal materials. Having just returned from the countryside, broke, Melody had to work with what she had.

Her mentor had warned her that her beauty would bring her trouble, so she had kept her true face hidden upon returning home. However, caution hadn’t saved her from being betrayed and murdered on the operating table by her stepsister, her friend, and her own husband in her past life

This time, she was determined to turn the tables. She was going to restore her beauty, strengthen herself, and never let anyone manipulate her again.

As the ship docked. Melody got out of bed, pulled her suitcase, and left the blood-stained cabin behind.

Silverlake, I’m back, she whispered to herself.

She was itching for payback against those who had wronged her in her past life, and she wanted them to feel the heat big time.

Stepping off the cruise ship, Melody was met by the Fox family’s butler, eagerly awaiting her at the port.

“Where the hell is she? Why isn’t she out yet? Any of you seen the girl with the rash all over her face the butler snapped, looking back at his team.

A few of his subordinates shook their heads.

Melody happened to overhear the conversation. It seemed her stepmother had already sussed out everything about her, even the rash. Smirking, she strolled over.

Melody Strikes Back Novel by Myra Walker

Chapter 3

“Excuse me?” she said softly, approaching the group. “Are you the people my dad sent to pick me up?”

The butler turned and upon seeing Melody’s rash–covered face, he instantly knew she was the one they were waiting for.

But shouldn’t a country girl be timid and fragile? Why do I feel this inexplicable presence about her that commands respect?‘ he thought to himself. He shook his head, dismissing it as his imagination

The butler regained his composure and nodded. “Miss Melody, we’re here for you.”

“Thanks for the effort. Let’s go, shall we? Melody replied with a disarming smile that nearly made the butler gag.

That was part of the plan of Yolanda, though. Yolanda had arranged a luncheon today, inviting the high society ladies to make sure they all saw how unattractive Melody was.

The hope was that the rumors would reach the Swanson family, a top–tier dynasty who would definitely think twice about having Melody marry into their family. This might give Yolanda’s daughter Mabel a chance to marry into the Swansons instead.

“Miss Melody, please, into the car,” the butler said, pinching his thigh to maintain his composure and mask his urge to vomit. as he drove.

About thirty minutes later, they arrived at the Fox villa

Melody looked at the familiar modern building, recalling her first overwhelmed visit. She had been the laughing stock back then, which had displeased her grandmother, Maria Fox.

But now she knew better. The Fox family was just on the fringes of Silverlake’s elite, and this mansion was hardly remarkable by local standards. This trip was prompted by Maria’s deteriorating health, so her indifferent and selfish father had called her back early for the funeral preparations.

Maria was the only family member who still showed Melody some kindness. Even if they hadn’t always gotten along, at least Maria had kept a little bit of family warmth alive.

With a second chance at life, Melody intended to support Maria to the end.

Melody’s heart was all over the place, but her face remained calm, not showing any emotion.

The butler guided Melody straight into the living room, packed with guests and decked out with expensive decor.

Melody knew these fancy stuff were usually kept locked away, afraid they might get damaged. But today, Yolanda had put everything on display for all to see, trying to throw Melody off her game.

“Mrs. Fox,” the butler announced as he approached Yolanda in the middle of the room, bowing slightly. “Miss Melody has returned.

Yolanda barely concealed her smirk and spoke louder for Maria, who was seated in a wheelchair. “Maria, Melody’s back.”

Maria, more often asleep than awake these days, had stayed alert today knowing her granddaughter would return. Hearing Yolanda’s voice, Maria slowly opened her eyes, revealing an imposing sharpness. In a soft yet commanding tone, she asked, Where is she?”

The butler realized he was obstructing Melody’s path and quickly stepped aside.

All eyes turned to Melody, curiosity written on their faces. They couldn’t help but notice the glaring red spots on her face, which were rather repulsive, especially coupled with her shabby attire that screamed ‘country bumpkin“.

Yolanda suppressed a sneer and waved over–dramatically. “Melody, darling, come over here.” As she spoke, Yolanda shot a meaningful glance at her own, impeccably dressed daughter, Mabel, who was sitting beside her.

Mabel quickly understood her cue, rose to her feet, and approached Melody, managing to suppress her disgust as she took Melody’s hand. “Melody, you’re finally back! I’ve been waiting for you!” she said with a forced smile.

Mabel, known as the top socialite in Silverlake, was clad in a designer limited edition sky–blue dress, her tall and slender figure accentuated by her refined posture.

“Next to the disheveled Melody, Mabel’s flawless skin and perfect makeup made her look like a living portrait.

Melody looked at Mabel, who was pretending to be affectionate and felt a mix of sadness and bitterness. She now understood why Ulric had dumped her and conspired with Mabel to take her out. After all, with a face like that, no man could resist.

The guests began whispering among themselves.

“Damn, Miss Melody is straight–up hideous! Next to Miss Mabel, it’s like comparing a diamond to dirt!”

“No wonder the Fox family hid her away for so long. If my family had a daughter like that. I’d pray rather she’d disappear than embarrass us!”

“Isn’t Melody supposed to be engaged to the Swanson family’s second son? Mrs. Swanson must be mortified by this match!”

Hearing that, Mabel couldn’t help but grin. Suddenly, Melody’s arrival didn’t seem so bad to her. With Melody’s unattractive looks and odd background, Mabel’s would shine even more.

Melody heard the sneers but shrugged them off. After all, words couldn’t hurt someone who’d already been through death.

Ignoring the chatter, Melody nodded slightly at Mabel as a greeting

Without so much as a second glance at the opulent décorations Yolanda had arranged, Melody walked up to Maria with grace and poise, whispering, “Grandma, I’m back.”

Her demeanor was the picture of politeness, respect, and composure.

The guests who had been jeering at her just moments before now fell silent.

Maria squinted, noticing the red blotches on Melody’s face contrasted with her bright, unyielding eyes

Normally, Maria’s formidable presence would intimidate anyone new, but Melody, this country girl, showed no fear, earning a deeper nod of respect from Maria, who then beckoned her closer.

“You truly are a good girl, someone who seems to carry good fortune, Maria commented.

Melody looked at Maria’s weathered face and was overwhelmed with emotion, Gathering her courage, she stepped forward and hugged Maria tightly. “Grandma! I’ve missed you so much! she exclaimed

Maria initially stiffened, unaccustomed to such open affection, but quickly relaxed and returned the embrace, asking, “Was your journey here tiring?”

Melody inhaled Maria’s familiar scent, which brought a profound sense of comfort. In her previous life, in her final moments, Maria had tearfully apologized to her and her mother. At that time, Melody didn’t understand why, but after Mabel’s revelations at her deathbed, everything made sense now

Maria had been aware that Yolanda was responsible for her mother’s death, but with Yolanda already pregnant and in a bid to maintain a facade of family harmony, Maria had chosen to keep silent.


Since Maria felt she owed her, Melody could use that to bring up the old issues and finally clear things up.

“Nope, Grandma. Being here with you makes all the trouble worth it. I’m not tired at all, Melody said, making Maria smile and soften her gaze.

It was unusual for someone from the younger crowd not to cower in front of in ages

Maria. She hadn’t felt this kind of connection

Yolanda, noticing Maria’s pleased look toward Melody, felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

Wasn’t this country girl supposed to be clueless? Why wasn’t she acting up? Her manners, etiquette, and speech were even better than Mabel’s, whom Yolanda had carefully trained.

“Annoyed, Yolanda rolled her eyes and asked with a fake smile, “Melody, it’s been forever! Did you bring Grandma a present?”

Chapter 4

Melody’s expression turned cold.

In her past life, Yolanda had also pulled this stunt, catching her off guard and leaving her tongue-tied. It only fueled Maria’s dislike for her.

But this time. Melody was prepared. She stepped away from Maria with a grin and faced Yolanda. “I’ve got something,” she said.

Rummaging through her handbag, she pulled out a transparent box. Inside was a white flower.

Mabel couldn’t help but chuckle. “A wildflower for Grandma, Melody?” she teased.

The guests‘ faces twisted with scorn. They thought even if Melody had a good attitude, she couldn’t shake her rural roots.

Mabel added insult to injury, sniping, “Melody, no big deal if you didn’t bring anything. But a wildflower for Grandma? Seriously?”

The men among the guests, clearly smitten with Mabel, eagerly chimed in. Yeah, Miss Melody, life might be rough in the sticks, but a wildflower as a gift? What a joke!”

Maria, visibly annoyed by these remarks, tried to play it cool. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with wildflowers. I actually love them.”

Melody, needing to clear the air, interjected, “Grandma, this isn’t just any wildflower. It’s called Snowblossom–a super rare medicinal herb that blooms just one day a year, right on the edges of cliffs. Took me years to find this one.”

*Snowblossom?” Maria took the small box in surprise and examined it closely.

Just as the tension seemed to subside, the same guy who had mocked Melody earlier scoffed again. “Snowblossom? Are you pulling our leg? Trying to pass off a common wildflower as some priceless herb Think we’re idiots?”

Maria couldn’t hide her disappointment. “Melody, I’d appreciate anything you gave me, even a weed. But don’t lie. I can’t stand Hars!”

Melody frowned. “Grandma, I swear, I’m not lying “This is Teally Snowblossom. I nearly fell off a cliff getting it.

“Enough!” Yolanda, exasperated, slammed her hand down on the table. “Melody, cut the crap. We’ve got a doctor right here, and your lies are gonna be busted soon enough. Just tell the truth. Is it really Snowblossom or not?”

Melody’s expression darkened, but she kept her cool. “I’m not making this up!”

Maria, studying Melody’s face and feeling a twinge of doubt, called out, “Bring in the family doctor,”

“Mom” Yolanda hissed. “You’re not falling for this, are you? If we’re wrong, we’ll all be embarrassed.”

Maria shook her head. “I won’t repeat myself” If Melody was lying. Maria was ready to concede she had misjudged her. But if Melody was telling the truth, Maria vowed to protect her from now on.

Soon, the family doctor arrived.

Before Maria or Yolanda could say a word, the doctor’s eyes widened, his hands trembling as he pointed at Melody. “Snow…. Snow blossom! In all my years, I never thought I’d actually see a real Snowblossom! My God, what luck!”

When those words came out, it was like someone hit the mute button. Especially Yolanda, Mabel, and that guy who’d been harassing Melody–their faces turned ashen.

Who would’ve guessed the gift from this country girl was the Snowblossom, even rarer than the Celestial Frostpetal. It was worth more than three houses in Silverlake.

Mabel, still skeptical, piped up, “Doc, you sure about this? Could it just be some Snowblossom look–like wildflower?”

The family doctor scrunched his brows. “Miss Mabel, even if 1 maxed up my own name, I couldn’t mistake Snowblossom. It’s every doctor’s dream. No way I’d mess up my own dream.”

That settled it. Melody hadn’t lied.

Mabel almost collapsed from frustration.

Yolanda moved quickly, grabbing Melody’s hand and apologizing with a look of earnest regret “I’m sorry, Melody. I was so wrong about you.”

Melody just stood there, her gaze fixed on Maria, who looked visibly guilt

For a hot minute, Maria had her doubts about Melody earlier.

“Sorry, Maria said, remorse filling her voice. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“It’s okay, Grandma. Snowblossom is incredibly rare; understandably, you didn’t recognize it. I’m not holding it against you.” Melody said gently.

Melody’s graciousness only made Maria feel worse. She removed her bracelet and slid it onto Melody’s wrist. “You’ve given me such a precious gift, and all I have for you is this old dowry bracelet. I hope you like it.”

Melody knew the bracelet, crafted from rare red emerald, was invaluable. Maria giving her this bracelet was significant. gesture of approval.

It was all thanks to Yolanda’s machinations. If Yolanda hadn’t manipulated Melody like in their previous life, pushing her to bring a gift, she wouldn’t have brought the Snowblossom. However, this was only the beginning.

“Thanks, Grandma.” Melody grinned, her eyes shining with innocence.

Yolanda watched the bracelet on Melody’s wrist, seething with envy. She’d coveted that bracelet for years, never imagining Maria would give it to Melody as a greeting gift. But Yolanda kept her composure, feigning magnanimity. She stepped up to Melody, feigning concern. “It’s getting chilly. Why are you lightly dressed?”

She then signaled a servant to bring over a fox coat and drape it over Melody, accentuating her already rustic appearance.

Though it was getting cooler, it was still early autumn–far too early for such a heavy coat, Yolanda’s intention was clear: to embarrass Melody and make her feel out of place.

It was a repeat of the past, but this time Melody didn’t fall for Yolanda’s facade of concern.

Melody looked at the coat, paused for a moment, then beamed a knowing smile. Thanks, Mom,” she said, with a melodramatic gratefulness reminiscent of another life.

The other guests couldn’t conceal their disdain, seeing Melody’s overplayed gratitude, but she didn’t care. She wore the fox fur coat like it was a prized possession, gingerly touching the fur

It was almost comical.

Yolanda nearly burst out laughing. She had thought Melody had outsmarted her with the Snow blossom trick, but no, Melody was still just a country bumpkin at heart.

This is gonna be easy. The party is full of gossip, and soon all of Silverlake would know just how out of her depth Melody is, Yolanda thought. Sipping her tea, Yolanda cleverly hid her triumphant smirk behind her cup.

Suddenly, Melody shrieked and ripped off the fox fur coat, hurling it to the floor with a dramatic flair.

Chapter 5

Yolanda scowled in annoyance.

Yolanda’s face twisted into a scowl. Throwing the coat I gave her on the floor and trying to slap me in the face? That little bitch… Yolanda was fuming, just about to explode, when Maria’s astonished voice broke through the tension. “Melody, your hand!

Yolanda’s eyes snapped up in suspicion, catching sight of blood droplets forming on the back of Melody’s hand. The stark red against her fair skin was vivid.

“What the hell?” Yolanda was completely baffled, a chill of foreboding running down her spine.

Before Yolanda could even process what was happening. Maria commanded in a stern tone, “Bring that coat here!”

“Yes, ma’am.” The servant quickly obeyed, retrieving the fox fur coat from the floor and presenting it to Maria.

As Maria probed the coat’s sleeve, she shockingly extracted two long needles hidden among the fur.

The servant couldn’t help but blurt out, “If those hit an artery…

Maria’s expression darkened faster than a thundercloud. Yolanda, this is outrageous!”

Even if Yolanda detested her stepdaughter, resorting to such dangerous tactics was unthinkable. This could have killed her! Maria thought in shock.

Yolanda, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, hurriedly defended herself, “No, I swear I didn’t plant those! I have no idea how this happened…”

Meanwhile, unnoticed, Melody stealthily pinched her thigh, causing tears to stream down her face. Yolanda Dropping the formalities, she reverted to calling her by her first name, which no one could fault under these circumstances.

Sobbing, Melody implored, “If you hate me so much, why did you bring me back here?”

Yolanda, usually so image-conscious, lost her composure in front of the guests and Maria. Pointing accusingly, she snapped, “Bullshit! You’re setting me up!”

Quick to defend her mother, Mabel interjected, “My mom treats everyone well. She wouldn’t do something like this!”

Melody bit her lip, pausing before she backtracked, “I must have misunderstood, Yolanda. It’s all just a big misunderstanding.

This left Mabel speechless, looking to Yolanda for cues.

Yolanda was seething. It was always her setting others up, not the other way around..

She raised her hand to slap Melody, but Maria quickly made a sign, and a servant stepped in to restrain her. “Mrs. Fox, we have guests. This is not the way.”

Panicked, Yolanda turned to Maria, pleading, “Mom, it wasn’t me I might be many things, but I wouldn’t do this!”

Maria’s frown deepened. If it hadn’t been for the Snowblossom incident, she might have doubted Melody, but now her trust in Melody had grown, overshadowing any faith in Yolanda. However, she knew staging such a scene in front of a crowd wasn’t Yolanda’s style.

Maria took another look at Melody. She was tiny and frail, with tears welling up in her eyes that made her look more scared. than scheming. It was hard to imagine her plotting against Yolanda.

Seriously, how could a girl fresh off the boat from the sticks, just landed in Silverlake, pull off any elaborate plots? Maria mused.

Maria’s suspicions about Yolanda grew. It looked like she was trying to drive a wedge between her and her beloved granddaughter.

This realization pissed Maria off even more. Plotting against Melody is one thing, but dragging me into her shitty games too? Does Yolanda think I’m blind?

Fed up. Maria pushed herself up from her wheelchair with a grunt and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, sorry you had to see this mess. I’ll sort out a little something by way of apology later. Let’s just try to forget any of this ever happened, alright?”

After the guests had left with a few sharp words, Maria turned to Yolanda with a frosty warning, “I don’t want to see another circus-like today. You and Mabel, get your asses back to your room and think about what you’ve done! Melody, you’re staying in the little house in the backyard with me

It was clear she was shielding Melody.

Melody couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. In her previous life, she’d never managed to win Maria’s affection and had died full of regrets. Now, thanks to Yolanda’s manipulations, she was finally seeing a silver lining.

Outwardly, Melody kept up her innocent facade, winning Maria’s doting affection. Inwardly, she was secretly thrilled to see Yolanda and Mabel stomping upstairs, their anger and frustration clear as day. She thought I’m gonna make those bitches pay back everything they did to me and my mom, and then some‘

That night, Melody was too wired to sleep, her mind teeming with plans for revenge.

She had dug up some dirt on Ulric using her computer. To the world, he was this gentle, disabled man oppressed by his ville brother. But Melody knew that was all bullshit.

She remembered clearly meeting Ulric the day after her last birthday party. Her so-called fiance had shown up not for her, but to gift Mabel, hardly sparing Melody a glance. His attitude had flipped completely only after he heard she might be able to fix his leg.

Looking back, Melody cringed at her own naivety. She had been nothing more than a tool to Ulric.

Although she couldn’t get close to Ulric yet, Yolanda and Mabel were within striking distance. To take them down, winning over Maria’s heart completely was her first strategic move.

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