Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 103

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell

**Chapter 103**

Both time and she were on a relentless march forward, and deep down, Arabella held onto a flicker of hope—a hope that one day, she would be able to extract Jayceon from the very depths of her heart, pulling him out by the roots, leaving no trace behind.

As dawn broke the next day, Arabella stepped into the hospital, her mind swirling with thoughts of the past and the future. Almost immediately, she was summoned to Zachary’s office, a place that had become a hub of both anxiety and anticipation for her.

Upon entering, she found Zachary seated behind his desk, looking unusually serious. He handed her a thick stack of documents, his expression a mix of professionalism and encouragement. “Take a look at this special case. You’ll be seeing the patient shortly,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Arabella accepted the file, her fingers trembling slightly as she flipped through the pages. Her heart sank a little with each line she read. “Zachary, I’m not sure I’m qualified to handle a case like this at my current level,” she admitted, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Zachary’s gaze softened, and he leaned forward, his confidence radiating like a warm light. “Arabella, the treatment system you’ve been developing for sleep disorders has already shown promising results in clinical trials. I’ve spoken with my older brother about this. When you return home at the end of the year, we can establish a separate department just for you to lead, and you’ll receive profit shares.”

His words wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, infusing her with a sense of purpose and ambition. Arabella felt a surge of determination. “Zachary, thank you for believing in me. I’ll give it my all,” she replied, her voice steadier now, fueled by the need to prove herself—and the pressing need for money.

She needed to earn a substantial amount to reclaim her mother’s jewelry, a deep-rooted desire that tugged at her heartstrings.

“Come on, let’s go meet this patient,” Zachary said, breaking her reverie, his demeanor shifting to a more practical tone.

As they walked, Arabella hesitated, remembering the complexities of human interactions. “Zachary, perhaps we should invite Mr. Daquan Williams to join us?” she suggested, her mind racing with the potential dynamics of the meeting.

Zachary shook his head, his expression calm but firm. “This patient is notoriously picky. He has a volatile temper and is overly obsessed with appearances.”

He continued, “He complained that Mr. Daquan Williams was balding and didn’t have abs, which led him to reject him outright. He even demanded that our hospital pay for his eyes to be washed out.”

With that, they entered the examination room, where a young man lounged on the exam table, casually scrolling through his phone as if he had all the time in the world.

The man was tall and slender, dressed in the latest fashion trends, complete with an earring, a pinky ring, and a Wisteria Purple Textured Crop Haircut that screamed high-end style. He exuded an air of confidence that was almost palpable.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man, resembling a butler, hands folded neatly in front of him, while a few bodyguards in suits and sunglasses loomed protectively in the background.

Zachary approached the middle-aged man, his demeanor respectful yet authoritative. “Mr. Rockwell, the doctor for Mr. Blaire Rockwell has arrived. Please wait outside,” he instructed, his voice steady.

Locking eyes with him, Arabella took a steady breath. “Just tell me, are you going to pursue treatment or not?” she asked, her voice firm, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Blaire pointed at her, then at himself, spinning around dramatically before finally turning to Zachary. “She’s just a doctor, and she dares to address me like that?” he exclaimed, incredulity lacing his tone.

Zachary hesitated for a brief moment, then interjected, “Dr. Palmer is Mr. Melendez’s wife.”

Blaire raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Which Mr. Melendez?”

Zachary clarified, “From Country A, Zelmere, the Melendez family—Jayceon.”

A sly grin spread across Blaire’s face as he processed this information. “Heh.”

“Hehe.”

Blaire’s laughter echoed in the room, sending an involuntary shiver down Arabella’s spine. Although she desperately wished to distance herself from Jayceon’s shadow, she couldn’t refute the connection that had been made. Zachary had already spoken, and she found herself at a loss for words, trapped in a web of her own making.