When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 72

Before I could fully wake up, the scent in the air told me I was back in the hospital, and it seemed to be the same room I remembered.

I moved my hand slightly and then slowly opened my eyes, to see Clyde rushing over to me.

“Melanie, how are you feeling? Anything hurts?”

His eyes were filled with concern, reminding me of our college days.

“Can’t you just carry some sugar for your hypoglycemia? Didn’t you open the stuff I bought for you? There was a box of chocolates in there, easy to carry around.”

He unwrapped a piece of chocolate and popped it into my mouth.

Then he tried to give me a bottle of water, but I just set it aside.

The doctor walked in, looking exasperated at me.

“Melanie, what were you thinking? Didn’t I tell you about keeping your...”

“Doctor, I’m sorry, I should have just carried some sugar with me.”

The doctor glanced at Clyde but didn’t say anything further.

He knew I didn’t want anyone else to know about my condition, so he wouldn’t spill my secrets.

Clyde was panicking, “Doctor, is hypoglycemia this serious? Can she just faint anytime?”

“It wasn’t a faint. Someone knocked me out.” I didn’t want Clyde to keep pestering the doctor, so I quickly brought up what happened today.

I thought having Clyde get the footage would prompt Kayla to act.

But I was attacked first, proving my luck was as bad as ever.

Touching the back of my head, I then removed my wig to reveal a significant bump.

“I was hit here. We should probably call the cops. I suspect someone intentionally infected my computer with a virus and stole my video evidence.”

After giving a brief rundown of events, Clyde’s brows furrowed in concern.

“I’ll call the police right away. Don’t worry; I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

His vow sounded so earnest, yet I couldn’t even muster a smile.

Trouble found me even within the safety of the Patterson Group, and he hadn’t noticed I was attacked, making me doubt his protection.

Before he could call, his phone rang.

Hearing the other side, Clyde stood up immediately.

“Mack confessed? He attacked Melanie? Where is he now? Did he confess to everything? Alright, I’m heading to the station right now!”

After hanging up, I had my shoes on and was ready to go.

“Let’s go. I’m involved in this; might as well sort it out myself.”

Clyde, however, was reluctant, insisting I stay back for a check-up.

But I was equally persistent.

“My computer data is linked to several projects. I must go, in case he has backup data.”