Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 207

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 207**

An elderly man, his beard flecked with gray and supported by a sturdy cane, shuffled forward to greet them. The air was thick with tension as Zachary stepped ahead, extending a hand to the formidable Theodore Vance, before introducing Arabella and the other doctor to the old man.

Theodore’s gaze was sharp, sweeping over Jayceon with a piercing intensity that seemed to assess him in an instant.

Without hesitation, Theodore barked an order, his voice laced with authority, “The Vance family does not welcome anyone with the name Melendez. Oliver, show them out!”

Jayceon, undeterred by the dismissal, tightened his grip on Arabella’s hand. “If Theodore prefers not to see the Melendez family, then we shall take our leave,” he stated resolutely, his tone calm yet firm.

Arabella glanced up at him, noting the darkness that clouded his expression. It was clear to her that Jayceon not only had a history with this family but also bore a deep-seated conflict with them. The earlier incident in the car, when he had grabbed her arm, suddenly made sense; he had been trying to shield her from something.

In an attempt to diffuse the escalating tension, Zachary quickly interjected, “Mr. Melendez, let’s discuss this rationally.” He stepped in front of Jayceon, moving toward Theodore and whispering something into the old man’s ear.

Theodore’s expression flickered briefly, revealing a glimpse of emotion before settling back into a mask of calm.

“You may go upstairs,” he announced, his voice authoritative. “But the one named Melendez will remain here!”

Arabella felt her heart race as she stood frozen in place, her eyes darting between Theodore, Zachary, and Jayceon. The realization hit her like a thunderclap: Jayceon knew exactly who she was here to treat, but he chose to keep that knowledge to himself. Zachary’s reaction suggested he had been aware of the complex relationship Jayceon had with this family all along, which explained why he had invited Jayceon to accompany them. In that moment, Arabella felt utterly isolated, the only one left in the dark.

“Be careful upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you down here,” Jayceon cautioned, his voice low and serious. Arabella nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and determination as she followed Zachary and the director up the stairs.

As they ascended, the second-floor hallway revealed itself to be a fortress of sorts, with a maid stationed every few steps and a bodyguard lurking every five. Surveillance cameras blanketed the area, leaving no corner unmonitored. With each step Arabella took, a strange feeling of suffocation washed over her. This place didn’t feel like a home; it felt more like a prison, each camera a watchful eye, each guard a reminder of the tension that hung thick in the air.

Remembering Jayceon’s warning, a wave of anxiety washed over her. “Zachary,” she whispered, tugging gently at his sleeve, “why are there so many cameras in this house?”

Zachary paused, his expression turning serious. He lowered his voice, cautioning her, “Your only responsibility is to treat the patient. Don’t inquire about anything else.”

Arabella’s heart raced at the gravity of his words. The weight of the situation began to settle heavily on her shoulders, amplifying her unease.

They halted in front of the master bedroom door on the second floor. Oliver knocked softly, and a moment later, a young man emerged.

“Ryan Vance, the doctor is here. Can we enter to see Julian Vance?” Oliver asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan, appearing to be in his early twenties, stood with an average height and a boyish, fair face. He offered them a shy smile, which seemed at odds with the atmosphere surrounding them.

Zachary turned to Theodore, his voice steady yet urgent. “Julian is extremely unstable. He won’t allow strangers near him. We’ll return in three days.”

Theodore’s gaze narrowed as it fell once more on Jayceon.

“Only the two attending doctors need to go in. There’s no need for other irrelevant individuals to accompany them,” the old man stated, his tone sharp and dismissive.

The pointedness of Theodore’s words hung in the air, and Zachary glanced at Jayceon awkwardly.

Jayceon held Arabella’s injured hand, his expression darkening. “If you don’t want me there, then refuse my wife’s treatment right now,” he declared, his voice low but laced with intensity.

Zachary shot a look at Arabella, who instinctively pulled Jayceon away, urging him to leave quickly.

Once they were safely in the car, Arabella couldn’t help but voice her frustration. “Jayceon, you promised you wouldn’t interfere with my work. What was that back there?”

Their eyes locked, and for a fleeting moment, Jayceon’s lips twitched into a half-smile, but he remained silent.

Arabella pressed on, her curiosity piqued. “Tell me the truth, do you have a grudge against the Vance family?”