Forgive My Ex-husband novel Chapter 12

It was his grandfather's decision. Jonas trusted his grandfather, so he didn't dare to oppose it anymore.

Melinda had been recuperating from her injuries. Since her wounds were severe, the doctor suggested her to undergo a minor surgery. So Melinda was shifted to the hospital at night and Jonas had accompanied her.

The reporters were fast enough to capture pictures of Jonas and Melinda in the hospital. They had received the information about Melinda's surgery and had been following them all night in order to take pictures at the right time. Since pictures spoke a thousand words, the news about the couple spread like a wildfire.

While there were people who questioned their relationship, many of them believed that Jonas was a doting husband who cared for his wife. They believed that he was still in love with Melinda.

Nelson was glad to see Jonas taking care of her. Melinda was shocked by his behavior. Jonas wouldn't care even if it was a risky surgery. She couldn't help but wonder why Jonas was willing to be by her side when it was nothing big.

Melinda stole glances from time to time, which irked Jonas. If not for his grandfather, he wouldn't have bothered coming to the hospital.

Holley was sipping on a glass of wine when she saw the news gushing about Jonas and Melinda. Many of them had reported that Jonas was a loving husband and that Jonas and Melinda were couple goals. Holley became furious and smashed the glass that she was holding in her hand. She needed to do something about it, or Jonas and Melinda would end up being the talk of the town. She picked her phone and sent an anonymous email to the entertainment department. She had attached an intimate picture of her and Jonas in the mail.

Keeping Melinda's privacy in mind, the doctors had allocated a VIP ward for her. Her family members were also given separate beds to rest. Jonas's expression instantly changed when the door was closed.

"Don't think that I'm staying here because I worry about you. I don't give a damn even if you die," Jonas said coldly.

He instantly felt uncomfortable because part of him knew that he didn't mean it. He couldn't understand what was going on.

"Don't worry, I know that I don't have a place in your heart. I'm not flattered," Melinda replied.

Jonas glanced at her and said nothing.

It was a long day and Melinda was exhausted.

For the first few years of her marriage, she tried hard to stay up when Jonas was at home, but now she could ignore her indifferent husband. Her eyes became heavy and she drifted into a deep sleep.

Jonas had been busy lately so he closed his eyes to get some rest. He didn't know that he had fallen asleep until his phone blared in his pocket. He slowly opened his eyes and attended the call.

"Mr. Gu, check out the latest entertainment news."

Although the secretary was calm, Jonas could sense a trace of fear in his voice. The secretary was shocked by the news and felt that he needed to inform Jonas about it.

The secretary sent the link of the news via wechat. A frown lined on Jonas's forehead. When he clicked the link, it led him to a new page that revealed an intimate picture of him and Holley. The comment section was flooding with hate comments.

The image of a doting husband that he had tried hard to build crumbled in an instant.

He pursed his lips and skimmed through the comments for a long time before he turned to look at Melinda who was fast asleep.

Melinda was already thin and she was looking scrawny in the oversized hospital gown. She shifted in her sleep and her frail arm fell out of the quilt. Jonas involuntarily walked over, pulled her arm inside, and tucked her in.

Jonas asked his secretary to arrange a press conference and left the ward quietly. The image of him tucking Melinda in flashed in his mind. He didn't know why he did that. Jonas couldn't understand what he was feeling. He had been acting weird lately.

The reporters had managed to capture the pictures of Jonas leaving the hospital, early in the morning. They had slandered his reputation, turning him from being a loving husband to a ruthless cheater.

The secretary had contacted the PR manager, arranged a press conference and notified several familiar media houses.

The sleepy reporters were woken up by the phone calls. They were eagerly waiting to hear what Jonas was going to say. But many of them were disappointed because they needed an invite to enter the Soaring Group, which meant only trustworthy media houses were allowed to attend the conference.

"Mr. Gu, everything is ready. The press conference will commence at half past ten," the secretary said. He also briefed Jonas about his schedule.

"All right. I want you to wait by the entrance and keep an eye on the reporters. Don't let anyone enter without the invite. I don't want any anonymous reporter to walk in. Do you get it?" Jonas ordered. The media looked for every possible way to find juicy gossips. It was possible for some of the channels to sneak people into the conference and ask questions that were capable of ruining his reputation.

"Yes, Mr. Gu. I've already prepared a list of possible questions. So don't worry."

The secretary handed a document to Jonas that had all the possible questions that the reporters might ask him. He had also mentioned in detail about how Jonas needed to address the questions, even though he didn't need it. Jonas was quick-witted and he always had spontaneous answers to even the trickiest question.

It was 10:30 in the morning and the reporters were waiting for him. Jonas arrived on time and surveyed the conference hall. Everything was arranged and the secretary had instructed the reporters to maintain their dignity and decorum.

The reporters were throwing questions at Jonas but were left speechless by his sophisticated answers.

"Mr. Gu, what do you have to say about your affair with Holley and the intimate photo of you two last night? You are a married man. How do you think your wife would react when she finds out that you are having an affair with Holley?" a reporter asked sharply, looking pleased with himself.