When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 93

Clyde's gaze held a touch of sadness when he looked at me.

I had never imagined the Patterson family would be like this. Merritt's regard for Clyde was, after all, because he truly had the capacity to shoulder the Patterson Group.

But soon, I let go of my concerns. Such a massive corporation naturally needed a capable leader, or it would have crumbled long ago.

Thinking back on the grandfather's words and realizing I owed Clyde, I couldn't help but offer words of comfort, "Don't worry, I'll help you through this tough spot."

"Melanie!"

Clyde gripped my hand tightly, and I awkwardly patted his, subtly withdrawing mine.

"Let's head home, I'm exhausted."

I was indeed worn out. Given my current health, making it this far was already pushing it.

Clyde followed closely behind, just like back in our school days.

Yet, my heart felt calm, occasionally drifting to the thought of Kayla's unborn child.

I had lost my appetite, and when Clyde ordered some porridge, I barely took a few bites before setting it aside.

Clyde looked at me worriedly, saying, "Skipping meals with your low blood sugar is going to make you faint even more easily."

I smiled at his remembrance of my condition without a word.

He then offered me a box of fruit slices, "You should at least eat some fruit, right?"

"You need to take care of yourself. Let's do it together, and one day, we'll have our own kids."

His gaze was intense, rendering me speechless.

I wanted to tell him I wouldn't have his children.

Let alone my inability to conceive, even if I could, I wouldn't bear his child.

But the words never left my lips.

"What are you planning to do about Kayla's child?" I suddenly asked, catching him off guard.

He seemed lost for a moment before steadying his gaze on me, "I'll start with a DNA test. Technology's advanced enough now that we don't need to wait for the birth."

"And then?" I asked, emotionless.

“If the child wasn't mine, I wouldn't admit it and would hold her responsible.”

“What if it's yours?”

I asked without much emotion.

I suspected the child was his. Kayla was keen on becoming Mrs. Patterson, using her leverage as best as she could.

Considering the time Kayla and he had been together, I doubted they were always careful.

Clyde ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Melanie, believe me, it was only twice with her, and both times, we had been drinking, I..."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"Yeah, I believe you."

I didn't believe him at all...