Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker

Troy couldn’t wait to call the police and seek justice for his daughter. 

He thought, ‘My beloved daughter is not someone that can be bullied by any country bumpkin!‘ 

Soon, two police cars stopped at the back door of River Hotel. 

Troy was the first to get into the car. Pamela held her injured hand and followed closely behind. Before she got into the car, she did not forget to lower her voice and say harsh words to Melody. “Little bitch, just you wait and see. I’ll see how long you can pretend to be calm! You’ll soon know that lowly people like you and Zara can only be beaten up by me. Don’t think that just because you’re lucky enough to become Mr. Swanson’s female companion, he’ll protect you. A ruthless person like him will only kick you away when things become rough!” 

Melody was unperturbed. “I’ll also advise you one last time. Your hand is not broken. Going to the hospital will only slap your own face.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Pamela sneered. “You’re feeling guilty and scared now, right? I surely have to go to the hospital. See you at the hospital!” 

With that, Pamela glared at Melody, opened the car door, and got in. 

Melody shrugged. Just as she was about to get into another police car, Zara walked forward worriedly and said, “Miss Fox, it’s all my fault that you got into so much trouble. You should push the responsibility to me. Just say that I broke her hand.” 

“Silly girl, why don’t you believe what I said?” Melody brushed Zara’s hair off her forehead and said, “Her hand is really not broken.” 

“But…” Zara still did not believe it. She clenched her fists and said, “Let me go to the hospital with you and Mr. Swanson, okay? If something really happens, push the blame to me. This is my fault anyway. You don’t have to suffer for me.” 

Melody was about to refuse, but she looked at Ken who was not far away, and then at Zara. She felt that it would be good if Zara was really with Ken. 

Zara had a good character. She was much better than Janet. 

If she created an opportunity for them, it might really work. 

If she really succeeded, as a matchmaker, she felt that Ken would have to help her in the future when she needed him. 

With that thought in mind, Melody swallowed her rejection and said, “Alright, come with us then.” 

Zara quickly nodded and led the way into the police car. 

Melody deliberately took two steps back and stood behind Ken. “Get in the car first.” 

Ken looked at her in confusion. “What about you?” 

She said, “I’ll go last.” 

He looked puzzled as he walked to the front passenger seat and sat down. 

The smile on Melody’s face froze. She sighed and thought, ‘No wonder I have never heard of his scandal in my previous life. With this brain of his, it will be strange if he can ever find a girlfriend on his own!’ 

She shook her head helplessly and sat down beside Zara. 

On the way, Zara couldn’t help but glance at Ken from time to time. 

The anxious feeling of being with Ken made her forget her nervousness for the time being. Her small face was flushed even with foundation on. Melody smiled and took the initiative to matchmake them. “Ken, this is a celebrity from your company. You should have an impression of her, right? Her name is Zara Wentworth. I’ve seen her movies. Her acting skills are not bad.” 

“I see,” Ken replied noncommittally. His voice was cold. 

However, even so, Zara’s face instantly turned red. Her blushed face turned into a red apple as she looked at Melody in embarrassment. Melody encouraged her with her eyes. Zara took a deep breath and mustered her courage. “Mr. Swanson, can I… add you on WhatsApp?” 

“There’s no need.” Ken refused without thinking, “Contact your agent directly about your work. I’m not in charge of Swanson Universal Entertainment. It’s useless to talk to me.” 

Melody’s face darkened. 

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She thought, ‘How can he say that? No wonder he is single all his life!‘ 

“Okay…” Zara lowered her head, feeling a little uncomfortable. 

However, she also knew that now was not the time to be sad about these things. She quickly perked up and sat upright. 

At the same time, in another police car, Troy asked with concern, “How’s your hand now? Is it still very uncomfortable?” 

Pamela held her injured hand and did not dare to move. When she heard this, she suddenly realized that her hand did not hurt as much when Melody helped her up. 

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She thought, ‘Is it because I was looking forward to it too much, or is it because I did not move this injured hand again, or is it because my hand did not feel anything after she broke it? Probably all three. 

She didn’t think too much about it and said angrily, “I can’t even feel my broken hand. Of course, I feel terrible. Dad, you have to avenge me. It’s best if you can take this opportunity to kill Melody! I really can’t take this. I have to take revenge!” 

Troy only had one child. His heart ached for her and he comforted her repeatedly. “Alright. Don’t be angry. Your hand will hurt again when you move it.” 

Pamela asked, “Then tell me, are you going to avenge me or not?” 

“Of course I want revenge! There are only two kinds of people in the world who dare to bully my daughter. One is already dead, and the other is about to die. That woman is the latter.” As Troy spoke, he exhorted, “Just be careful of your hand. When we go to the hospital for a checkup and the evidence is conclusive, that woman won’t be able to deny it. Moreover, we’re in a police car. No matter what relationship Ken has with that woman, he can’t help Melody. He can’t use his connections to help a country bumpkin, right? Don’t worry, breaking a hand can send her to prison for at least half a year to a year. She won’t be able to escape!” 

Only then did Pamela feel much better. Her mood also became gloomy. 

She thought, ‘If I can kill Melody just like that, my broken hand will be worth it!‘ 

About half an hour later, they arrived at the Silverlake Central Hospital. 

Pamela was helped out of the car and accompanied by the police to the orthopedic department for an examination. 

“Doctor.” Pamela’s acting skills were surprisingly good today. She said with tears in her eyes, “My hand was broken. Help me take a look and help me write a diagnosis.” 

The orthopedic surgeon had seen people who came to the hospital after a fight. Without changing his expression, he gestured for Pamela to sit down and reached out to examine her. 

After a round of examination, the doctor looked at the expectant Pamela and then at the expressionless Ken and the others. Question marks appeared in his mind as he muttered to himself in confusion, “This shouldn’t be…” 

Pamela asked in confusion, “What shouldn’t be?” 

The doctor coughed dryly and said, “Your hand is not broken, and there are no injuries. You can leave now.” “What?” Pamela was instantly shocked. “That’s impossible! Did you make a mistake? Help me check again!” “That’s right!” Troy said, “You must have made a mistake! I want to do an X–ray. Your skills are not good enough!” 

The orthopedic surgeon’s expression turned cold. “I’ve been a doctor for almost twenty years. Do you think I can’t figure out if her bones are broken? Her hand is so healthy that she can pick up a bucket of water with one hand. My diagnosis is correct!” 

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