Melanie comforted Boyd with a few words, then turned a cold gaze on me.
"Boyd just reminded me. If you insist on going against me, then let's get divorced."
"I'll have the papers drawn up today."
And with that,
she pushed Boyd's wheelchair toward the door, calling out smugly, "Come on, let's go have a nice dinner out."
"Melanie, please don't misunderstand. There's really nothing between me and Valentine."
Sylvia shouted after her, but Melanie didn't so much as glance back. Sylvia turned to me, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, Valentine. I caused all this trouble. It's my fault."
"Maybe you should just send me back to the hospital."
Melanie paused mid-step. Through gritted teeth, she muttered under her breath, "Conniving little fox."
"You barely escaped that place. You're not going back." I steadied my voice. "Stay here. This is your home now."
I gave Sylvia's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "As long as I'm here, nobody's going to push you around."
The words had barely left my mouth
when Melanie let out a sharp scoff and walked out without looking back.
I didn't go after her. Once we finished eating, I took Sylvia to the mall to buy some clothes.