Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody and Edward) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 The Devil Within Him 

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“Melody was the one who treated you, working tirelessly on your therapy, helping you regain sensation with massage and electrotherapy. 

“You’ve made progress, but what if Suzanna’s interference is the reason you can’t walk? Would you forgive her then?” 

Cameron froze, then shook his head resolutely. 

“Gary, that’s impossible! Suzie had been the one treating my legs, not Melody. 

“She could be responsible for any improvement in my condition. Whatever helped Edward stand was thanks to the Sylrien Orchid. 

cy used it for him, but she wouldn’t use it for me. That’s where she betrayed me first.” 

Gary’s eyes narrowed. 

“Maybe you don’t know the truth about Carson’s music scandal. He swore on the stand that his piece, Surge, was his original composition, but it was Suzanna who stole Mel’s work and gave it to Carson, pretending it was hers. 

“If you don’t listen to me, you’ll end up the same as Carson!” 

Cameron turned pale, but he still swept his glass off the table in anger, shattering it on the floor. “Enough with the fear- mongering, Gary,” he snapped. ‘I know you’re biased toward Melody, but Suzie is still our sister, and I won’t let 

you slander 

her. 

Now leave. I won’t regret any of my decisions.” 

Chapter 338 Melody’s Secret Base 

Inside the Moore Residence, Spencer moved quietly through the darkness, methodically searching nearly every unoccupied 

Toom. 

Melody’s so–called princess–themed room was empty tonight, but it was securely locked with guards stationed nearby. 

Not wanting to alert anyone, Spencer stayed clear of it. 

After circling the Shield Residence with no luck, he paused at the entrance to the stairway leading to the attic. 

ut Familiar scent hung in the air, nearly imperceptible yet unmistakable. 

ze shifted toward the dimly lit staircase, leading to the attic that was barely used. 

From a young age, Melody had loved creating perfumes, a skill her father had nurtured. 

She would extract floral essences and concoct mesmerizing fragrances in her room, each scent unique and evocative. 

Spencer’s favorite had always been one she’d named “Elizabeth’s Rose“. 

The top notes of Elizabeth’s Rose bloomed with creamy cinnamon and rose, wrapped in rich hazelnut and almond, softening into a gentle sweetness that balanced the floral depth. 

The middle notes, sweet and powdery, hinted at the blush of a young woman’s first romance with a soft rose fragrance. 

The base notes settled into a delicate, warm rosewood that lingered for days. 

The fragrance could usually last for half a month. 

Though the fragrance had faded to a trace, Spencer was certain Melody had passed through here often. 

But why would she come to the attic? 

It was just a dusty storage space, sweltering in summer and freezing in winter, often crawling with pests. 

Drawn by the scent, he climbed the worn wooden stairs. 

The attic door was unlocked, and the room looked as if no one had stayed there for some time. 

In the pale moonlight, Spencer took in the humble furnishings. 

It was obvious that it was a woman’s room.