Hope It's Not Too Late to Love novel Chapter 441

Chapter 445

Melanie's last bit of expectation toward Hanson vanished at this moment, having nothing but hatred left. She swore to get back at Hanson if she could get out of here.

Vania, on the other hand, had long seen through her thoughts. "I'm going to give you one last chance. Are you going to say who's behind all of this?"

"Alright, I'll say it," growled Melanie through gnashed teeth. "But on one condition."

"We'll naturally let you go if you tell us," Vania spoke out Melanie's thoughts.

One would naturally need good bait if one wanted to catch a big fish, and right then, Melanie was the perfect bait. So why not use it when it had already been presented to them?

Melanie fixed her gaze at Hanson—refusing to believe a word Vania said—as even though the man loathed her, he always honored his words.

However, Hanson only looked dotingly at Vania. "Van's my wife. Her words are mine."

Oh, how Melanie wanted to hit her head with a brick. It sure was maddening that he could still display his affection so nonchalantly at this time.

However, she no longer felt jealousy. The pressing matter was to get away. With that, she stomached the resentment and said, "Alright."

Following that, she revealed all she knew about the man in the shadows to Hanson.

But what she had said was nothing new to Hanson and Vania, serving the couple little to no value. However, they still let her go as promised.

Hanson signaled his men to blindfold Melanie and chuck her at the entrance of Greyson Residence.

It was just that the place was now trashed, and things had been thrown everywhere.

Josie was wailing on the entrance floor while Gregory, a man of utter pride, was long gone.

Meanwhile, those who used to suck up to the family were now standing aside, judging and ridiculing them.

"Let go! Don't you dare touch my things! I'm not leaving. This is my house; why should I leave?! Get away. Don't touch me! Ah!" Josie's cry sounded beyond miserable.

Melanie was rendered stupefied by what she saw the second she was chucked out of the vehicle, then instantly remembered what Vania had said.

She did this. This is all Vania's doing.

"Mom!" Melanie cried out.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Josie turned around only to find a disheveled woman, taking quite some time to figure out that it was her precious daughter.



"Melanie… You're back… Our house… It's gone."

The mother and daughter cried out in a hug.

"Mom, this is all Vania's doing. I swear I won't let her off the hook this time!"

"Whatever you want to do, I've got your back." Josie loathed Vania so much that she wanted nothing more than to kill that little b*tch there and then.

What was more, she knew one thing that could definitely give Vania a blow, and if she played her cards right, they could move back into the mansion.

After living so many years as a wealthy missus, in no way could Josie adapt to a life deprived of everything.

Melanie, on the other hand, pulled her phone out and called the man in the shadows.

"What?" he asked with utter impatience.

As rude as he was being, Melanie knew he was now her only hope. "Greyson Realty's gone. Can you rent a place for me? I can do anything for you."

"What value do you think you have left now?" he mocked.

He had given her so many chances, but she failed every single one of them, and now, even Greyson Realty was gone. What other greatness could she achieve?!