Chapter 4: Meeting at the Hospital

Melinda met Stanley's cold and sinister gaze and slowly nodded.

In fact, she should have realized much earlier that to Stanley, she was nothing more than a showpiece or a mascot.

He didn't let Genevieve do this probably because he was worried Genevieve would get scolded.

The next morning, Melinda got up early.

She originally planned to drive to the airport but was notified at the last minute that the other party had changed their itinerary.

Melinda felt inexplicably irritable, looking at the dark circles under her eyes in the mirror, and sighed silently.

When would she be able to escape this puppet-like life?

Melinda drove to the hospital.

Allannah helped her get an appointment with a specialist.

The examination she had yesterday was neither accurate nor comprehensive and needed to be redone.

Melinda sat opposite the doctor, watching his increasingly serious expression, and felt uneasy.

She couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, how am I doing?"

Isn't it just a simple ulcer?

Why does he look so grim?

The doctor put down his glasses and stared at her seriously.

"Ms. Beaufort, your stomach condition is not optimistic, there is a slight risk of pathological changes."

Melinda's hand clenched into a fist, staring at him intently.

"And after the pathological changes?"

"Stomach cancer."

The doctor said heavily.

In fact, cancer is usually discovered in the middle to late stages, and in the end, the only option is chemotherapy.

Melinda's heart suddenly felt shrouded in gloom.

She still asked unwillingly.

"Yesterday's examination said it was just an ulcer."

"Your condition is much more serious than an ulcer, and there are even small perforations in your stomach. Go home and keep a calm mindset, remember to eat on time every day, and come back for a recheck in a month."

The doctor glanced at the examination report again.

"Maybe there is a possibility of misdiagnosis, come back in a month."

"Okay."

Melinda got her medication from the hospital and walked out heavily.

When she left this morning, the weather was still clear, but now it was gray and overcast.

The air had the unique dampness before rain, with faint lightning flickering in the clouds.

It seemed like a heavy rain was coming.

Charlington, being in the north, rarely had rain.

Melinda looked at the gloomy sky, covering her stomach with her hand, feeling the pain again.

She didn't drive, she took a cab to the hospital.

Melinda opened the ride-hailing app but couldn't get a car for a long time.

It was rush hour, and there were no cars on the roadside.

Just as she was wondering how to get home, a black Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped beside her, and the driver honked the horn.

Melinda turned to look.

It was Stanley.

Stanley rested one hand on the steering wheel, looking at Melinda's somewhat thin face, and spoke commandingly.

"Get in the car."

Melinda stood still.

At this time, Stanley should be at the company, not near the hospital.

She no longer fantasized that Stanley was worried about her and followed her.

The only person who could make him break his routine and change his plans was Genevieve.

There was a hint of impatience in his eyes.

"Get in the car."

Stanley didn't have the habit of repeating himself three times, not even twice.

Melinda glanced at the still-queued order on her phone, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

There were some medications on the passenger seat.

Melinda picked them up casually, and they turned out to be for treating menstrual pain.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, as expected.

"Who would have thought Mr. Douglas would be so considerate, coming to the hospital to buy pain relief medication for Miss Roosevelt."

She said sarcastically, throwing the medication into the back seat.

Stanley indeed doted on Genevieve.

A hint of coldness flashed in Stanley's eyes.

He pressed his lips, hiding his displeasure.

"How are you doing?"

Melinda fastened her seatbelt expressionlessly, "Still alive."

Stanley clearly saw her medical report yesterday and knew she was coming for a recheck, yet he still gave her tasks without hesitation.

He, on the other hand, had time to come to the hospital to buy pain relief medication for Genevieve.

Melinda couldn't imagine.

How did Stanley describe the menstrual pain to the doctor?

To what extent did he dote on Genevieve?

She glanced at Stanley's cold features.

He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

This realization hurt more than the stomach pain.

Stanley started the car, his voice cold, "Are you sulking with me?"

Melinda still spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"How would I dare offend Mr. Douglas?"

She was upset and just wanted to vent her anger.

The doctor told her that her mindset and emotions were crucial now, and she couldn't afford any more stress.

So, Stanley and Genevieve, she wouldn't tolerate them anymore.

Stanley's eyes narrowed dangerously.

But before he could speak, Melinda's phone suddenly rang urgently.

He glanced at it, it was an unmarked number.

The number was from Polandale.

Melinda hung up the call expressionlessly.

Stanley stared at her coldly, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"A random spam call."

Melinda casually made up an excuse, closing her eyes, indicating she didn't want to talk to Stanley anymore.

In the past, she would never have treated Stanley this way.

A hint of darkness flashed in Stanley's eyes.

He knew who the caller was without Melinda saying.

It was that man, Jonathan Neville.

Melinda had been married for three years, yet he still thought about her.

Stanley frowned deeply, suddenly flooring the gas pedal, the sudden speed increase forcing Melinda to open her eyes.

She gritted her teeth, looking at Stanley, "This is the city, don't go crazy, what if there's an accident?"

They sped past other vehicles.

At this speed, if there was an accident, they would both die on the spot.

Stanley gripped the steering wheel, sneering, "You're not playing dead now?"

Melinda was at a loss for words, looking at the speedometer's increasing speed, she softened her tone.

"My stomach hurts, I don't want to talk."

Stanley's speed finally slowed down.

Melinda glanced at his still dark expression, sighing silently in her heart.

She must have done something terrible in her past life to meet Stanley in this one.

The first thing Melinda did when she got home was to cook a pot of porridge.

Her stomach hurt terribly.

She took a cup of warm water, casually took out two pills, and swallowed them with water.

Stanley walked up to her, looking at the medication's description, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Isn't it just a simple ulcer? Why do you need this medication?"

Oxycodone hydrochloride tablets.

A medication specifically for pain relief.

Usually used for severe pain.

For example, cancer.

Stanley frowned deeply.

"What exactly did the doctor say about your condition today?"

Melinda met his deep gaze, asking back, "Are you concerned about me?"

"You're overthinking."

Stanley pushed the medication back, looking at her calmly.

"You're still carrying the title of Mrs. Douglas. If you have a health issue, like an incurable disease, I need to make plans in advance."

Melinda asked puzzledly, "What plans?"

Stanley answered without hesitation, "Divorce."

Melinda laughed coldly, "If you want, I can go with you to get a divorce right now. If I really have stomach cancer, I won't hold you back."

A hint of depth flashed in Stanley's eyes, "Stomach cancer?"