Chapter 9 Despair

Melinda originally had a bit of a stomachache, and seeing this scene made her rush to the bathroom to vomit violently.

When she came out, she could barely stand and had to steady herself against the wall.

The lunchbox was distributed by Genevieve.

It was only at this moment that Melinda realized why the lunchbox had a special label.

She wasn't new to the workplace and had experienced many schemes, but she had never been so disgusted.

Melinda grabbed the lunchbox from the table and went straight to find Genevieve.

As an executive assistant, she had her own office.

Melinda entered the office and without hesitation, threw the lunchbox, along with the dead rat, at Genevieve's face.

"Do you find this kind of trick amusing?"

Genevieve's delicate makeup and outfit were completely ruined by the food, and when she saw the dead rat on the floor, she screamed.

"Melinda, are you crazy?"

Melinda looked at her coldly and asked through gritted teeth, "Does the dead rat taste good? Since you like it so much, I'll put one in your food every day."

"You!"

Genevieve's face twisted with anger but then suddenly changed her expression.

"Ms. Beaufort, the lunchbox was ordered from the company, and the vendor delivered it. I don't know why there was a rat in it. Do you think I would deliberately put something in your food?"

Her voice and expression were pitiful, making Melinda realize.

She was putting on a show for Stanley.

But Melinda was too angry to care.

"Don't think I don't know about your underhanded tricks. I've never seen such a shameless cheater. If you push me too far, I'll make sure you know what it means to be utterly disgraced!"

Genevieve said weakly and aggrievedly, "Melinda, you've always misunderstood my relationship with Stanley. Why don't you admit it? Our relationship is innocent, but you slander it."

"Don't you find your words ridiculous?"

Melinda's eyes were filled with contempt and disdain.

"I've never bothered with you, not because I'm afraid of you, but because you're not worth it. I don't consider you a rival. Genevieve, always remember your place!"

"Melinda, that's enough!"

Stanley's cold voice sounded from behind.

He walked over and stood by Genevieve's side.

He glanced at the rat on the floor.

"There's no way Miss Roosevelt did this."

His unwavering tone stabbed Melinda in the heart.

She clenched her fists tightly, holding back her grievances, and stared at him.

"My lunchbox had a special label, and she handed it to me. Do you think I would put a rat in my own food to frame her?"

Stanley frowned slightly but spoke firmly again.

"Miss Roosevelt couldn't have done this."

"So you think I staged it?"

Melinda could only laugh at this point.

It was truly laughable.

In her 20-plus years of life, she had never heard such a ridiculous joke.

Any bystander seeing a rat in the food would at least judge the situation fairly.

But not Stanley, who defended Genevieve without hesitation.

Stanley's gaze grew colder. "Stop making a scene."

Melinda slowly curled her lips into a sarcastic smile, her disappointment reaching a breaking point.

"My food had a dead rat in it, and I just wanted justice, but you call it making a scene? If she doesn't admit it, then let's call the police. I don't believe the police can't handle this fairly."

Melinda said as she picked up her phone to call the police.

A dangerous and cold glint flashed in Stanley's eyes.

"Melinda, how long are you going to keep this up? Think about the Beaufort Family!"

His last sentence was a blatant threat.

The Beaufort Corporation's contract with the Douglas Corporation had expired, and they were negotiating the next quarter's contract.

Although the Beaufort Family had recovered, without the Douglas Corporation, they would quickly fall back to their previous state.

If their cooperation was canceled because of her, her stepmother would definitely cause a scene.

Melinda took a deep breath, barely suppressing her anger.

"Stanley, you've shown me a new side of you today."

Her disappointment was evident.

Her once gentle eyes were now filled with coldness.

She didn't look at Stanley again and turned to leave.

If the previous events had already disappointed her, today was the final straw.

Melinda endured the pain in her chest and quickened her pace to leave the company.

She couldn't delay the divorce any longer; she had to leave!

Melinda didn't care when Stanley came back. She forced herself to eat a bit of food, swallowing her disgust from the dead rat.

But the next morning, she received good news.

Yesterday's design draft was approved, and the company group was celebrating the news.

Melinda, however, took half a day off.

She didn't want to stay there any longer; she needed to find a new place to live.

Stanley had been generous with her, and she had saved all the allowance he gave her.

She spent the morning with a real estate agent and finally decided on an apartment at Maple Ridge Estates.

A two-bedroom apartment, enough for her to live alone.

The location was decent, and the surrounding environment was nice.

After signing the contract and getting the keys, Melinda even went to the hospital.

Allannah had prepared the necessary materials.

With everything ready, Melinda sat on the sofa, looking at the familiar home she had lived in for three years.

No.

This wasn't her home because it had nothing to do with her.

She quietly waited for Stanley to come back.

Although she was ready to leave Stanley, the thought of never having him in her life again still brought a pang of sadness.

She immediately scolded herself.

She wasn't a masochist; why waste time with someone who didn't love her?

She waited until 10:00 PM.

The door finally opened.

Melinda looked at the tired Stanley and got straight to the point.

"My medical report is out. Stomach cancer. Let's get a divorce tomorrow morning."

Stanley's eyes flashed with disbelief. "What did you say?"

He looked at Melinda coldly and laughed sarcastically.

"You met that Neville guy and then came back eager to divorce me? You even used stomach cancer as an excuse."