Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody and Edward) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Last Warning 

“You little b*tch, this is all your fault…” 

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Isaiah had never felt such desperation before. Survival instincts kicked in as he flailed in the water, resembling a panicked frog trying to escape. 

“Bernard, get a pole! 

“Uncle Isaiah can grab onto it, and we’ll pull him to safety!” 

The young girl’s forehead was creased with worry, her expression a mix of fear and determination as she watched Isaiah struggle against the waves. 

Standing next to Melody, Truman observed her closely 

This little girl who managed to bring that stubborn brat back to Regal Glade is truly remarkable. 

Interesting. 

He joined Melody in her urgent plea, “Ronald, hurry up and get a pole! 

“Isaiah can’t swim, and in this freezing weather, if he falls in, he could be sick for months. That would be disastrous for the Moore Group!” 

Ronald, the butler, nodded, sending someone off to retrieve a pole while he made a call to the hospital. 

“Hello? Is this Sommerville Hospital? We need to reserve a special ward for a patient for five months!” 

He spoke with practiced efficiency. 

The special ward would definitely be equipped to handle whatever ailments might keep this vice CEO from working for an extended period. 

Before long, Bernard returned, gripping a long wooden pole, his face a mix of seriousness and admiration as he handed it to Melody. “Mrs. Moore, your kindness is commendable. 

“Your ability to return malice with kindness is truly…. 

Impressive! 

In the next moment, Melody expertly took the pole, her worry still evident as she extended it toward Isaiah. “Uncle Isaiah, grab it!” 

Isaiah felt a flicker of gratitude as he reached out. 

Just then, the pole jabbed him in the chest, pushing him further away. 

He watched helplessly as he drifted further from the shore. 

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Chapter 181 Last Warning 

Doubt crept in for Isaiah: he thought it must be a mistake on Melody’s part. 

He stretched out his hand again, but as he did, the pole tilted, causing him to miss and splash back into the 

In an instant, Melody swung the pole, accidentally striking him on the head. “Oh, no, Uncle Isaiah, don’t let go! 

Isaiah wanted to curse. Who is really losing their grip here? Who is the one holding the pole and pushing me away from safety? 

“Glub, glub, glub. 

Isaiah felt utterly exhausted, and as he struggled to keep his head above water, he weakly called out, “Help help me!” 

Truman, please 

save me 

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Truman stood at the water’s edge, watching Melody’s chaotic rescue attempt unfold. At this rate, Isaiah might not survive much longer! 

He narrowed his eyes, taking hold of the “rescue pole” Ronald had procured for him. 

“Isaiah, grab the pole!” he shouted at Isaiah, who was floundering just beyond Melody’s reach. 

Isaiah felt a wave of despair; seeing Truman’s expression was like a signal of impending doom. 

He summoned every ounce of strength to swim toward the pole. 

But Truman swung the pole down, delivering a solid thwack to Isaiah’s face, sending him right back into the water. 

Isaiah didn’t surface for a while. 

Truman kept a neutral expression, glancing at Melody, who held a pole that was slightly smaller than his own. He tilted his head, as if to say, Little girl, take notes!