I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 464 Leave

The car arrived at the entrance of the research base.

Before the door opened, Melanie saw Jeffrey standing at the base entrance, waiting for her. “Annie, you go back to the room first. | have something to say to him.” Melanie said.

“Always remember, protect yourself first,” Annie couldn’t help but advise before getting out of the car.

Melanie smiled bitterly, “Are you worried he'll kill me?”

Annie pursed her lips but didn’t answer.

Melanie opened the car door, got out, and walked towards Jeffrey.

The sunlight pierced through the trees, casting shadows on his shoulders and enveloping his handsome face. She couldn’t help but recall the first time she saw him when he was still ina wheelchair...

No, the first time she saw him should have been on the bed in the Paris Hotel.

He himself admitted that he came to find her back then for revenge. He wanted her and her family to pay the price.

If all of this today was the result of his revenge, then he succeeded...

“What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?” Jeffrey saw her getting out of the car and walked over. He wrapped his arm around her growing waist.

“I saw some evidence just now,” she said flatly.

“What evidence?”

*Judas is dead. He said you wanted to kill him. And, the one who ordered him to kill my father was also from Morgan Group.”

Her voice remained unchanged as she spoke. Her tone was mechanical, as if she were reciting lines.

Jeffrey paused. “Who told you that?”

“Was it you?”

Melanie didn’t answer his question, turning around to scrutinize his subtle reactions.

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“Don't you trust me?” Jeffrey’s brow furrowed, turbulent emotions swirling beneath his narrowed eyes.

“I'll be staying with my mom here for a while. For her safety, remove the people from Morgan Group from the research base,” Melanie muttered.

“Okay,” Jeffrey clenched his teeth and complied with her request.

“And you should also move out,” she added.

“Don't you trust me?” Jeffrey repeated, his tone even more serious this time.

Melanie didn’t look up. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. “You can interpret it however you want. Anyway, | don’t want to take risks right now, and | dare not. So, you and your people need to move

out.”

She pressed the doorbell.

Facial recognition was successful.

Soon, the gate of the research base swung open. She walked in and closed the door, locking. Jeffrey outside.

In the ward. Eliza slept quietly.

In the treatment room, Yelena was also asleep. The entire base was eerily quiet.

Professor Turner arranged Yelena’s medication and found Melanie outside the ward. “Your mother won't wake up so soon. You're pregnant now. You shouldn’t stand for too long.”

Melanie nodded.

*Find something you like to do to distract yourself.” Professor Turner genuinely cared about Melanie and was speaking more than usual. “I heard on my way here that the neighboring city is hosting a perfume contest again. Why don’t you try it out? It's a two-hour round trip and won't disrupt you from being with your mother.”

“| don’t want to make perfume anymore.”

Melanie’s head was lowered, her long eyelashes hiding the emotions in her eyes.

Her parents kept her in the dark for over twenty years, preventing her from making perfume and from joining the company. They had done all that to avoid the situation Melanie found herself in today.

But she still pursued perfume—making. She competed everywhere and gained recognition, only to +15 BONOS

She really didn’t want to make perfume anymore.

Even if she did, the fragrance would probably be bitter.

“You don’t want to make perfume anymore? Then, what do you want to do?” Professor Turner asked with concern.

Melanie raised her head and responded, “I can study company management and learn medicine from you.”

“You want to study medicine?” Professor Turner looked at her in surprise. “I still remember your astonishing talent for medicine when you were young. Back then, your grandfather wanted to teach you. But you said learning medicine meant carrying a basket up the mountain to gather herbs, and it wasn’t fun at all”

The light in Melanie’s eyes dimmed slightly.

*Studying medicine isn’t just about gathering herbs on the mountain. It’s about healing and saving lives. As you grow up, what matters more than whether it’s fun is whether it's useful.”

God knows when she found out her mother might never wake up again, seeing Professor Turner by her side and knowing he had reliable medical skills gave her so much psychological support.

If she could, she would also like to bring this sense of security to more people in need. “Compassion is the ultimate ideal of studying medicine and the most ordinary belief.” Melanie said.

Professor Turner nodded with a sigh. “Well, that’s good. I'll teach you everything I’ve researched about integrating traditional and modern medicine. | never thought I’d live to this age and still have someone to pass my knowledge on!”