With a slightly calloused thumb, he rubbed Melody Thorne’s lips again and again, wishing to rub off a layer of skin from there.

"Listen to Jared," Melody Thorne stepped back, "Quickly ask Leon Rivers to save Hans Montrose, okay?"

"No saving," Jared Quinn lowered his head, "Did you forget he forced you to marry him before? Hmm? Even your dad he wanted to use, and you still want to save him? How good is your relationship exactly?"

"I don’t blame him for forcing me anymore, he and I grew up together, I choose to forgive him, so can you let Leon Rivers save him now?"

"Melody Thorne, you say you don’t blame him, then it’s all good? In your heart, is he more important than me?"

"What are you jealous of," Melody Thorne raised her head, "What I’m discussing with you now is saving Hans Montrose, I have to save him."

Just consider it repaying Hans Montrose for everything he’s done for her before.

"I said no saving!" Jared Quinn’s sharp features tensed.

"Jared Quinn"

Melody Thorne stared at him, he was clearly suspicious of something between her and Hans Montrose.

"Even if you don’t save him, I’ll find a way to save him," Melody Thorne turned around and left the hall in indignation.

"Brother Jared, should I go over and have a look?" Leon Rivers spoke up, since Melody Thorne mentioned saving or not saving, it must be Hans Montrose might have caught some terminal illness?

As he watched Melody Thorne’s figure walk out, Jared Quinn’s anger became uncontrollable, his gaze reddened, "Don’t go."

After leaving the hall, Melody Thorne returned to Hans Montrose’s room, "Arrange for doctors to be here twenty-four hours, and have the Seymour Family find the best doctors and specialists to treat Hans Montrose."

"Miss, we’ve already arranged everything, but there’s really no chance for this condition."

"Melody, don’t struggle meaninglessly anymore," Hans Montrose looked at her, his eyes full of laughter, knowing he still held a place in her heart was enough.

"Don’t worry, I believe fate won’t let the bad guys die so soon," Melody Thorne looked at him, "Just stay here nicely."

"If possible, I want to return home," Hans Montrose looked out the window, it’s much better than dying in a foreign land.

Melody Thorne considered it, Timmy had only returned two days ago, but she already missed him, missed him very, very much.

"Let’s go home then, let’s all go back together, and have all the doctors brought come with me."

"Are you serious?" Hans Montrose chuckled wryly, "Do you not care about the man beside you? He should be the one who wants me dead the most."

Thinking of Jared Quinn’s expression a moment ago, Melody Thorne felt her heart pricked over and over like a needle, so painful.

But he wouldn’t be that bothered, at most just jealous, she was carrying his child after all, what was there to fear?

"Spread the word, tell my grandfather and dad to ready the private jet, we’re going back first thing in the morning."

"Yes."

Melody Thorne’s phone rang a few times, it was a call from the Quinn Family.

"Timmy?"

"Why aren’t you back yet?" Timmy lay on the sofa, "It’s already been several days."

Melody Thorne’s heart melted, "Timmy, be good, we’ll be back tomorrow."

"Really?" Timmy’s voice suddenly lifted in excitement, "Then I’ll have the butler make more of your favorite things tomorrow, and then let Grandpa go back to the old house, so I don’t have to sleep with him every day."