When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 91

I didn't pay her any attention, instead, my gaze shifted past her to York standing behind.

"What brings you here?"

Our families were almost at each other's throats, knowing too much about each other's dirty laundry, and yet here he was, daring to step into the company?

York just shrugged, "Given all the drama at Patterson Group these days, and Clyde... not being in the best of health, it's only natural for me to step in and lend a hand as his cousin."

"No need to get worked up. Grandpa gave his blessing. Maybe you want to give him a call?"

I had no clue how Merritt managed to strike a deal with York, but York's confidence suggested it was the real deal.

Kayla stepped forward again, blocking my view.

"Melanie, I was talking to you."

"And in what capacity might that be? Ms. Osborne?"

Her file still listed her as a junior assistant, practically without any real power.

The only leverage she had was the baby she was carrying.

My eyes fell on her belly, and she instinctively covered it, stepping back, visibly pregnant.

"Ha, I'm Clyde's senior assistant, about to be promoted. Soon enough, my word will be as good as Clyde's around here. You'd do well to listen!"

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper only meant for me, "Merritt said prenatal influences are crucial. I need to be around the company. After all, my baby is Clyde's only heir, the future of Patterson Group."

"Best of luck with that dream," I replied with a smile, then walked away with Jade by my side.

She was making bold claims over an embryo?

Three years might seem long, but if Clyde were to get his health in check, he could have thirty kids a year if he wanted. There would be no shortage of heirs vying for control of Patterson Group then.

"Melanie, are you okay?" Jade asked, concern evident in her eyes.

I shook my head. "Let's get back to work. This is nothing, doesn't bother me a bit."

I kept telling myself not to sweat the small stuff, almost convincing myself it didn't get to me.

The doctors said my condition was mostly stress-induced. If I could find happiness in my marriage, maybe I wouldn't relapse.

So, I decided to ignore everyone and everything that pissed me off. Maybe I'd live a bit longer that way.

During lunch, I was planning to catch some sleep in the office when an unexpected visitor showed up.

A young policewoman I'd often seen at the station was standing at my office door, now dressed like a college student, waving at me.