When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 102

"Clyde! Stop it right now!" I tried to get out of bed but barely had the strength. Probably, Vinson felt the same.

Just as Clyde's fist was about to strike, Warren suddenly appeared, grabbing his elbow.

I couldn't see what he did, but Clyde yelped and immediately withdrew his hand.

Still poker-faced, Warren quipped, "Mr. Patterson, you’ve got a weak constitution and should get that checked."

"You’re the weak one here! Screw you!" Clyde couldn't care less about saving face, shouting back in defiance.

Warren looked at Clyde calmly. "I'm not weak. I get my check-ups yearly and keep a healthy lifestyle. Only those who play the field end up weak."

I stared at Warren, his face unchanging except for a slight curl at the corner of his mouth, showing he enjoyed the banter.

Before Clyde could retort, Warren added, "I saved Mrs. Patterson. Go easy on me, Mr. Patterson, will you?"

"You?" Clyde looked at him incredulously.

Warren adjusted his glasses. "Yes, the two of them got drugged. Eliana and I sought help just before it got worse. This poison's strong, even more so for someone like Melanie..."

"Dr. Warren!" I quickly interjected, sending him signals with my eyes.

Warren glanced at me emotionlessly and pushed up his glasses again. "Mrs. Patterson is too slim, and the poison acted fast in her. Luckily, I had the antidote. In essence, I saved her life, and indirectly, Mr. Patterson's as well."

Hearing that, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Clyde seemed to want to ask more, but then his phone rang.

Seeing it was Merritt calling, I braced myself for a scolding. Sure enough, Merritt summoned us both immediately back to Patterson Mansion together.

Eliana peeked from behind Warren. "You're still weak."

I had already put on my shoes. "It's okay., Clyde will take care of me. Sorry to trouble you to look for more evidence. The video alone isn't enough."

Eliana nodded quickly. "Do you have any enemies? What about Vinson?"

Vinson just looked at me, silent.

I glanced at Clyde, taking a hard swallow, "Kayla, maybe. She's the only one I can think of." Maybe York, too, but that was not for outsiders to know.

Clyde didn't say much and just led the way out. In the car, he finally spoke, "How can you be sure it's her?"

I just smiled, not replying. How could I not be sure? It wasn't her first time framing me.

But Clyde believed Kayla. I sighed silently. After all, they had kids together, so it made sense.