When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 204

"Melanie, are you okay?"

Jade squeezed my shoulder, trying to lend me some of her strength.

All I could do was shake my head, at a loss for what else to do.

Suddenly, Rachel's anxious voice echoed down the hallway. "Clyde, Clyde, what's wrong? The headache again?"

I rushed out to see Clyde slowly sinking to the ground by the elevator doors, his face ghostly pale.

Jade and I hurried over.

"Clyde, what's happening to you?"

Just as I squatted down to reach for him, Clyde pushed me away and leaned towards Rachel instead.

"My head's killing me."

His voice was so pitiful. Rachel stiffened for a moment before letting his head rest against her, pulling out a pill from her purse.

"Take this, you'll feel better. Don't be stubborn, love, take your medicine."

Clyde listened to her, quickly swallowing the pill.

He clung to Rachel, a sight that was both striking and harmonious.

I remained squatting there, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Jade helped me up, whispering words of comfort.

Rachel coughed awkwardly.

"Melanie, I got this from Merritt last time, worried Clyde wouldn't take his medicine."

I nodded, understanding.

Clyde only trusted her now, naturally only taking medicine she provided. He treated me like I was poison, probably thinking I'd drug him!

Colleagues were glancing our way, their looks filled with inquiry, curiosity, and more often than not, meaningful glances thrown between me and Rachel.

I knew the rumors would be swirling again tonight, but I was powerless to stop them.

At least, not yet ready to let the coworkers know about Clyde's memory issues.

After Rachel and Clyde left, my work pace significantly slowed down.

I smiled wryly, "Yeah, maybe an old-fashioned remedy could snap him back to reality."

The hospital's neurology specialists had already consulted on Clyde's case, and it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

Warren Chandler even sent me some international cases, most people recover clarity in about a month.

A month was bearable.

But seeing the gossip group's photos that night, I dreaded the long month ahead.

[Caught on camera, Mr. Patterson only wants Rachel. I bet Melanie is shattered.]

[Wasn't Mr. Patterson injured while saving her? Hope it's not just a PR stunt.]

[Mr. Patterson's flavor of the month changes so fast, no PR can save that!]

[If it were me, I'd have divorced by now. Take the money and run, why stick around for cold leftovers?]

The mention of divorce left a sour taste in my mouth.

Maybe under these circumstances, divorce was indeed the best option.