Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 100 Whose Love Is Greater?

“Mervin?” Melinda was puzzled. “What was he doing here?”

Then, Jaxon went on to tell Melinda the story about Mervin and the children during their art class. After

hearing Jaxon’s words, Melinda couldn’t help but feel surprised. “Wait, what? Are you sure he was

there to give the children an art class? Could he manage it?”

“He seemed to be a professional artist with exceptional talent. The children even organized a farewell

party for him yesterday, so I’d say they got along pretty well.” Jaxon gave an objective appraisal of

Mervin. “That dude may look like a weirdo, but he is pretty good at drawing.” He then took some of

Mervin’s masterpieces from the room and showed them to Melinda. “Take a look at them for yourself.

How do you think the colors match?”

Melinda looked at Jaxon and replied, “It seems that you guys had a great time in the past few days.”

She held the painting and took a closer look at it, instantly approving of Mervin’s talent. “Good. He is

pretty good. I’ll give him that.”

“He is also quite a nice man. He even helped wash the dishes.”

Not long after Melinda returned to Sunnyvale, she helped Jaxon conduct a full body check-up for all the

villagers before categorizing the medicines accordingly. Nevertheless, she didn’t stay there overnight,

as she was only there because she made time for it out of her busy schedule. As soon as she arrived

at Sunnyvale, she was occupied by her work until it was time to go home.

By the time Melinda got back to Emerald Harbor, it was already late at night as the moon and the stars

didn’t show in the sky for some reason. Meanwhile, the roses in the backyard looked as if they had at

delicate veil over them while billowing amidst the wind. At the same time, the living room was lit up with

bright lights that shone through every corner of the mansion.

In the meantime, Stanley was sitting on the couch while reading newspapers, giving off a menacing

aura with his pursed lips. On the other hand, the butler, Gael, stood by the door where he kept peeking

outside to see if Melinda was back. Half an hour later, a car entered the front yard, its headlights

shining into the mansion’s interior.

Gael dashed up to Melinda and greeted her. “Madam, Mr. Fox has been waixo.com fast

updateting for you for 5 hours.”

“Is there anything?” Melinda made her way toward the living room while looking at the butler, asking,

“Why didn’t you call me if there is?”

“I’m not sure what’s wrong with him. He brought you a cake but threw it away after that.”

At the butler’s words, Melinda was bewildered. When she stepped into the living room, the first thing

she saw was the sight of Stanley sitting on the couch. While the man had a glacial look on his face,

Melindal walked toward him and happened to catch a glimpse of the cake in the trash bin. What?! What

really pissed him off so much?

Thinking about the cake that Stanley bought for her, Melinda crouched before the couch and gazed at

the man. “I heard you want to have a word with me. What is it?” Nevertheless, her question was met

with. silence, as if the man didn’t notice her at all.

“I went back to Sunnyvale today,” she reported honestly. “We also helped in the full body check-up that

was done for everyone in the village. All of us finished our work tonight because no one wanted to drag

this until tomorrow.”

He doesn’t seem to feel better after listening to my explanation. Perhaps that’s not the reason he is so

angry. Melinda

took a bit of time to ponder when she noticed his furrowed eyebrows and unhappy look. “Now, tell me

why you’re so mad.”

“Your art class. You had Mervin fill in for you at Sunnyvale in your absence. Why did you do that?”

Stanley asked with a gloomy look on his face.

Melinda stood up and raised her eyebrows. “No, that’s not true. First of all, I didn’t ask him to fill in for

him. He volunteered instead. Secondly, I didn’t know that at all until today.”

“Stay away from him.” Stanley glared at Melinda like he was warning her.

Melinda couldn’t help but feel a little scared because Stanley seemed really angry. However, she didn’t

know how she could explain herself, questioning his faith in her speechlessly. “You don’t trust me?”

Nevertheless, he only put down the newspapers and stood up, walking past Melinda. He then made his

way upstairs without looking back at all, like a mighty king who was feared and revered. Meanwhile,

Melinda didn’t dare to explain because she was worried her attempt would backfire and piss Stanley off

even more.

After all, Stanley was known by everyone across Riverdale as a man who did not pity even his children

if his authority or pride was challenged. Thus, when Melinda set her eyes on the cake in the trash bin,

she was overwhelmed by complicated feelings inside of her. A few moments later, she put the cake box

on the table and could see the messy cake through its transparent cover. However, she still crouched in

front of the table and went on to open the box.

“Madam…” Gael was pained and overwhelmed by sympathy at the sight of that.