Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 444 A Pet

Melody looked at the fallen Cameron, his once proud demeanor now reduced to this pitiful, submissive state, still trying to feign gentleness.

For a brief moment, his current expression overlapped with the memory of the first gentle smile he had shown her when she had returned to the Shield family.

Back then, relationships between everyone weren't as fractured and twisted as they were now.

But at this point, it no longer mattered.

Melody's gaze remained fixed on Cameron, his once unyielding pride now crumbled into this pitiful groveling. For a fleeting second, she felt a pang of disorientation.noveldrama

She wasn't a fool.

There was a time she had wanted to tell Cameron that she had found a way to treat his legs.

In fact, she had told him. Clearly.

But Cameron had only smiled faintly, motioning for her to bow her head so he could gently stroke her soft hair. His smile, though warm on the surface, carried an undertone of firm dismissal. His tone, seemingly tender, was in truth cold and detached.

"Mel, I know my legs better than anyone. They're beyond saving. You don't have to make up these unrealistic stories just to comfort me.

"Even the ancient medical texts can't cure these crippled legs. Everyone's given up on me why are you so stubborn about it?"

Back then, to the younger Melody, these words sounded like pure self-abandonment.

And what she hated most was people giving up on themselves.

She had been raised by Tyrell himself, a man who had taught her that no matter the obstacles, one must never give in to despair.

To her, Cameron's crippled legs were a grim emblem of destruction, death, and despair.

She refused to accept it.

She hated it.

So, she resolved to change it at all costs.

At the time, she genuinely regarded Cameron as her family and was convinced that her brother cared for her just as deeply.

Seventeen-year-old Melody had grasped his wrist with determination, her gaze sincere and clear. Her voice, crisp and unwavering, said, "Please trust me, okay?"

Cameron had only smiled and nodded, his eyes warm with a hint of indulgence. "Mel, don't force yourself to take on things beyond your ability.

"But, I trust you, Mel.

"By the way, your dress is getting old.

"How about I buy you a few new ones?

"Or if there's something else you want, just tell me I'll get it for you."

Cameron had appreciated Melody's trust and her efforts to "help" him, but deep down, he was all too

aware of the reality. He was a cripple stuck in the Shield family, bored out of his mind.

Suzanna was busy with her dance training, her studies, and preparing to enter the entertainment industry. He didn't want to disturb her.

And Melody had appeared during this time, willing to spend time with a "useless" man like him, telling him and spinning "unrealistic

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In return, he was willing to be her "shelter" in the Shield family, protecting her from the bullying of their other brothers.

Yes, he doted on her.

But it felt more like the kind of affection one would show a pet that kept them company in their loneliness. Melody had shyly clutched the hem of her dress, the fabric faded and worn from countless washes. Her pretty dresses had all been personally selected by Tyrell. The styles were always trendy yet unique. She had never been able to find identical ones elsewhere.

Not online.

Not in stores.

Sometimes, she couldn't help but wonder if those exquisite dresses were handmade by Tyrell himself, sitting at a sewing machine and designing each one especially for her

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At the mention of her old dress, Melody's eyes softened, and a happy smile curved her lips.

Shaking her head, she replied, "No need, Cam.

"I really love these dresses.

"I don't think they're old."

She only felt that Tyrell had been away from her for far too long.

Since she was little, she had never been separated from Tyrell for this long.

Cameron surely knew why she cherished those dresses.

His gaze turned colder, and a faint smirk of mockery curled his lips. "Of course, they're not old." You're still clinging to those low-class people who once dragged you into the depths of despair. How disappointing.

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Suzanna clung desperately to the hem of Melody's dress, her right hand now a bloody, mangled mess, barely resembling a hand at all.

"Mel..."

She tried to plead again.

But the doors to the hall suddenly swung open once more.

Arnold appeared, leaning heavily on

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a dragon engraved cane, coughing

with each step as he slowly descended the staircase. "Cough ...

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"Mel, aren't you going to come over and help me?"