No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 561

Melinda hesitated for just a moment before reaching for the door handle. "I'm going to check on her," she said.

Damian opened his mouth like he might stop her, but then just gave a short, "Yeah."

Melinda caught the reluctance in his voice, even if he didn't say it outright. He didn't really want her going in there.

She stepped inside, and Damian stayed in the hallway. Didn't follow.

He figured it'd be fine. They were old classmates, after all. What could go wrong?

So he left to grab breakfast.

Inside the room, Scarlett looked up, surprised to see who it was. "Melinda?"

Melinda smiled and settled into the chair Damian had just been sitting in. She crossed one leg over the other, sitting up straight, and looked at Scarlett with something unreadable in her eyes. "You okay?"

Scarlett nodded. "Yeah."

Melinda kept her eyes fixed on Scarlett's face, a faint smile still playing on her lips. "I saw him earlier, Scarlett. Mr. Langley. He really cares about you."

Scarlett didn't know what to say. "He—"

But Melinda cut her off, her voice calm but pointed. "Scarlett, I'm the one who saved him. That was me. And this time, I'm not backing down without a fight."

Scarlett went quiet.

Melinda let out a soft laugh when she didn't respond. "Everything you have right now? It was supposed to be mine."

Scarlett's expression stayed cool. "I know."

She could feel it—something about Melinda had shifted. She wasn't the same.

Melinda reached out and took Scarlett's hand in hers. "Then stay away from him. He was supposed to marry me first."

Scarlett didn't pull away, but she didn't answer either. She just looked at Melinda, searching her face.

She barely recognized her anymore.

Melinda let go, stood up, and walked out without another word.

Scarlett stared at the door long after she left, her mind spinning.

She watched the IV drip, drop by drop, her thoughts tangling more with each passing minute.

Not long after, Damian came back carrying bags—so many of them. Seven or eight containers stacked in his arms, all different sizes.

He set everything down on the bedside table and finally took a seat.

He didn't ask about Melinda. Didn't even mention her.

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