Beyond the Divorce

Melanie had a private room, and two police officers guarded the door. They knew who I was since I had handed her over to them last night. After a brief exchange, one of them accompanied us inside. Melanie still hadn't woken up. She looked solemn.

The bandage on her head made her look even paler. If it weren't for the beeping of the machines by her bed, you wouldn't even have realized she was alive.

Lauren said disdainfully, "I never thought she'd end up like this. She brought it on herself. I didn't know until now. What do you think her reaction will be when she wakes up and discovers the truth? When she realizes she was manipulated and silenced? Her life is a complete mess. Do you think she'll regret it?"

As I looked at the motionless Melanie, I thought about Lauren's question and didn't know what to say.

Sighing, I said, "It's really sad. People like her all end up the same way. You need to get to the end to realize how foolish you've been. You're right. She doesn't deserve any sympathy.

"But it's good that Matthew has awakened to reality. They can figure out the rest on their own. Let's go."

Lauren and I left Melanie's hospital room.

Once outside, we passed a nurse pushing a cart with some syringes. She walked quickly, and I glanced at her casually. We returned downstairs through the original route.

The internet had been flooded with reports of Melanie's arrest, and many people were constantly giving updates from the hospital. The comment section was buzzing with speculation about the reason behind her arrest.

Even those so-called "wise" individuals had started dissecting the secrets within, analyzing Melanie's significance in those cases.

Since there was such overwhelming media coverage about this, all the scandalous rumors about me had been swept away, disappearing without a trace.

Some even hinted at a connection between Melanie's accident and an attempt to silence her.

The reporters following this story had nearly lost their minds. They rushed to the hospital to get the latest news.

Lauren and I quietly used the staff passage at the back to return to our car. Before I got in, I saw Arton entering the hospital gate.

Puzzled, I wondered if Arton had also come to see Melanie.

I nudged Lauren, and she looked at me. I nodded subtly toward Arton.

Lauren glanced in the direction I had nodded and said, "Oh, that guy's quite a hottie. He seems really manly. What's he doing here?"

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, watching Arto

inside.

"Why is he here then?" Lauren asked. "Shall we go back and check?"

I thought for a moment. "Let's wait in the car and see."

Lauren immediately said, "Why should we wait in the car? If he doesn't come out, are we just going to keep waiting? Let's go in and see. If that guy really can't forget about her, I'm telling you, he'll be trouble."

I felt a little uneasy after hearing what Lauren said. Without saying another word, I closed the door that I had just opened, and we went back upstairs.

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heard arguing voices. I hurried to the corridor entrance to look inside and saw Arton arguing with twoProperty of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

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go in and see Melanie but was being refused.

The two policemen escorted Arton out.

They were already far away from the ward.

I quickly walked inside. Just as I was about to approach them, I saw a nurse pushing a cart out of Melanie's ward. She briskly returned to the nurse station.

I felt that she looked familiar for some reason!