Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker

Chapter 28 

“I’m sorry,” Melody murmured. 

“You’re a giute a troublemaker.” Ken replied sarcastically. 

“Thank 

kyou.” Her voice low. 

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Melody clenched Ken’s jacket tightly, pursing her lower lips while her body still trembled slightly. She knew that Ken had saved her. If it wasn’t for his timely arrival, she might have been killed by Barclay, 

She glanced at Barclay, whose face was now swollen beyond recognition from the relentless beating. 

Barclay did not expect the beating to continue after he mentioned Fairlee. Even worse, the beating only intensified. 

Spoiled all his life, it wasn’t long before Barclay hit his breaking point. He huddled up, softly asking for forgiveness as his voice trembled. “I’m sorry. It’s all my bad. I won’t dare to do it again, Miss Fox, tell them to stop, please…” 

Melody remained resolute, showing no signs of pity. To her, he wouldn’t be deserving of sympathy even if he were beaten to death. However, his life was not enough. Her vengeance would not be satisfied with just Barclay’s life. 

With a quick massage to her temples, the dizziness went down a lot for Melody. She waited until the drug wore off completely before she raised her hand, telling them to stop beating Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

The two bodyguards glanced at Ken, halting their actions upon seeing his lack of objection. 

After adjusting her clothes, Melody stepped forward. While Barclay was not paying attention, she stealthily slipped her hand into her purse. Then, she squatted in front of him and spoke coldly. “I can let you go, but you must tell who’s behind the scenes.”“” 

Barclay initially refused to betray Mabel, but with punches and kicks, he was forced to admit. “Mabel. It was Mabel!” 

“Mabel? She’s my sister. Barclay, don’t slander her. Why would Mabel do this to me? You’re not telling the truth.” She deliberately said it slowly, as though she was about to order the bodyguards to beat hi again. 

Barclay hurriedly said, “Everything I said is true. Mabel asked me to do this. She said if I ruined your reputation, she would agree to date me” Melody heard what she needed to and withdrew her hand from her purse, gesturing dismissively. “Alright, since you’re owning up to it, I’ll take your word for it. Please help me bring him downstairs. Given that this involves the Swanson family, Mrs. Swanson should decide what to do next.” 

“Understood!” The bodyguard answered, paying no heed to Barclay’s resistance as they hauled him towards the hall downstairs. 

Just as Melody was about to follow, Ken abruptly blocked her path with his arm. “You owe me one,” he said. 

Melody nodded. “I know, I’ll help cure your grandmother.” 

Ken seemed unconvinced of her ability and left expressionlessly. 

Downstairs, the birthday party was in full swing, with everyone enjoying the warm and lively atmosphere. People were eager for Margaret to show up and to sing her a birthday song 

Of course, it was impossible for Margaret to join the festivities in this situation, Astrid, upon hearing the suggestion, merely smiled and said, “Mrs. Swanson really appreciates your sincere wishes. She can’t come downstairs due to her health, but don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows how you all feel.” 

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Her smile was professional and her words firm, but inwardly, her heart sank. She did not know how long this cover–up would last, though truthfully, it wasn’t something anyone should be suspicious about. After all, no one would expect an eighty–year–old woman to be pregnant. 

At the same time, both Yolanda and Mabel waited anxiously, wondering what took Barclay so long. 

Just then, screams echoed from the direction of the revolving staircase. “Ouch! it hurts! Let go of mel Watch where you’re going, you fools!” yelled Barclay. 

Everyone’s gaze shifted in surprise toward the ruckus near the spinning staircase. Suddenly, Barclay, looking wild–eyed, bit down hard on a bodyguard’s hand, prompting the guard to let go in pain. Barclay tumbled down the stairs with a loud thud, making onlookers cringe at the sight. 

Barclay, now sprawled at the foot of the staircase, bore evident signs of agony. Covered in blood, his face was swollen and completely unrecognizable. The injuries from the beating and the fall had left him in excruciating pain, rendering him incapable of uttering a sound. Lying sprawled on his back, he could only roll his eyes in agony, teetering on the brink of death 

“Mom! He…” Mabel recognized Barclay at a glance. She gripped Yolanda’s sleeve in a panic, quivering in horror. According to their plans, Barclay was supposed to descend the stairs alone, while loudly accusing Melody of seducing and drugging him. This was completely unexpected. 

“Calm down!” Although Yolanda was also taken aback by Barclay’s unexpected appearance, she swiftly composed herself. Looking upwards again, she saw Melody calmly emerged from behind the two bodyguards and descended the stairs. 

Yolanda bit her lips in frustration, thinking, “Dammit, he failed. I may have underestimated her.’ 

The guests, witnessing Barclay’s beaten state, fell into a momentary silence before erupting into a discussion. 

“What happened?” 

“What in the world happened here?” 

“Who’s he? Quickly call an ambulance!” 

Astrid quickly realized what was going on and stepped in, ordering the butler to attend to Barclay after reassuring the guests. “Don’t worry everyone. Nothing happened. It seems that there has been a misunderstanding. He could have accidentally fallen down the stairs…” 

But before she could finish, she saw a figure approach Barclay, who was about to be escorted away. It was Barclay’s aunt, Fairlee Lawrence. “Barclay, are you okay? What happened?‘ Fairlee inquired, her expression fraught with concern as she watched Barclay lie on the stretcher, unable to respond. In a fit of anger, Fairlee then turned her gaze towards Astrid. “Astrid, you owe me an explanation! Why was he beaten up by your people?” 

Astrid froze. She did not expect the man on the stretcher to be Fairlee’s nephew. 

However, she swiftly composed herself and approached with a grave expression. “Relax, Dr. Lawrence. I’ll immediately have someone look into this. Turning towards the butler beside her, she exclaimed, “What are you still waiting for? Go get a doctor now!” 

“Yes, ma’am!” The butler hurried off to call for aid. Meanwhile, the banquet descended into chaos. 

Suddenly, a brittle voice rang o