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Chapter 157 Get Lost!
“Mom just called me,” said the beautiful woman, her expression filled with worry. “Daddy fell ill and had
to be hospitalized. Do you want to head to the hospital first? He really wants to see you.”
“Daddy?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in panic. “Why did he get sick? Is it something serious?”
“You’ll find out once you go and see him, the lady replied while hailing a car. “The driver will make sure
you get off at the hospital, and Mom will be waiting for you at the entrance.”
As the car door opened, she was unexpectedly pushed inside.
“Hey She barely had time to ask any further questions before the car started moving forward, swiftly
driving away.
The sunlight in her dream was just as radiant as she remembered, causing her head to swim with
dizziness.
A wave of drowsiness washed over her as she sat in the back seat of the car, resulting in her
accidentally spilling her drink.
When she awakened once more, darkness had enveloped the surroundings. And to her disbelief, she
was still inside the car.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe car swayed, steadily progressing along its path. By the light of the moon, she could discern the
scenery outside the car window-a rugged mountain trail with tall reeds lining both sides. Where is this?
“Excuse me, could you please stop the car? I need to go back!” she urgently pleaded.
“Sir, you’ve taken the wrong road! I need to get to the hospital! My father is sick!” she implored, her
voice tinged with anxiety.
“Sir, please, stop the car… Stop right now!” Her desperation grew with each passing moment.
In the dream, she was merely five years old, her helpless cries echoing in txo.com fast updatehe
air.
But the driver seemed deaf and mute, holding the steering wheel and stepping on the gas pedal
without
any response.
In a bedroom at Repulse Bay, sweat beads formed on her forehead, and Melinda felt as if her entire
body was bound, unable to struggle out of the dream.
“Stop the car!” she called out, her voice filled with helplessness and despair.
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath.
The number of times she had awakened from such a dream eluded her memory.
It had become a routine, a disconcerting familiarity. Without glancing at her phone for the time or wiping
away the perspiration on her brow, she closed her eyes once more, reliving those deeply buried
memories in her mind.
The next morning, Jennifer woke up in a bad mood as her face looked grim.
On the sidelines, Stephanie attended to her and advised, “Miss Fox, after all, she is someone Mr. Fox
cares about. No matter how angry you may be, please refrain from laying a hand on her today.”
“She deserves it!” Jennifer sat in front of the dressing table, applying a mask while Stephanie had
already. styled her hair.
As the door opened, Melinda quietly appeared before them, her cheeks slightly swollen, her exhaustion
cleverly concealed by makeup.
Unbeknownst to both of them, neither noticed when Melinda had silently positioned herself at the door.
Stephanie refrained from addressing her as ‘Mrs. Fox’ in front of Jennifer and opted not to greet her,
simply standing by her side.
Jennifer’s gaze turned momentarily cold upon Melinda’s appearance. She passed by Melinda,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcompletely ignoring her, and headed toward the stairs.
“Miss Fox.” Melinda turned around and followed.
Stephanie trailed behind them, and the three of them descended the stairs together.
“Miss Fox, please allow me three minutes to explain,” Melinda requested as they reached the front of
the couch.
Jennifer took a seat on the couch, appearing nonchalant as she adjusted her white gloves. “No need,”
she replied as her voice filled with icy detachment. “Your explanation today is nothing but a cover-up
you’ve been thinking about.”
“Why won’t you trust others?” Melinda softly inquired, her tone devoid of complaint, brimming with
patience. “By refusing to do so, you only harm yourself. Perhaps I can assist you in finding a way to
heal.”
Jennifer snapped, raising her eyes with a look of disgust. “I have never encountered such an audacious
individual like you, who persists in staying despite all attempts to drive you away!”
Melinda’s face reddened and swollen, but she maintained her composure as she calmly explained, “I
am Chloe, Taylor’s mentor. Here is my email. As she spoke, she retrieved her phone and handed it to
Jennifer.
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