Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 254

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 254**

The man stood there, clad in a charcoal gray business suit that clung to his tall, slender frame, exuding an air of quiet confidence. His handsome features were accentuated by a calm demeanor, which belied the turmoil of emotions swirling beneath the surface. In his arms, he cradled a small child, whose tear-streaked face bore the marks of distress, a testament to the head injury he had suffered. The man’s eyes, though weary, were filled with a gentle resolve as he comforted the boy, whispering soft reassurances that seemed to hang in the air like a fragile promise.

Arabella rose from her seat, her heart racing slightly at the sight of the pair. “Zachary!” she called out, her voice a mixture of surprise and urgency.

With a slight nod, Zachary gestured toward the man. “This is Mr. Franklin Group, and this little one is his son, Edmundo Group.”

Arabella stepped forward, her demeanor warm and inviting. “Hello, Mr. Franklin. I’m Arabella. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Zachary, sensing the need for a private conversation, added, “Mr. Franklin, why don’t you talk with Arabella? I’ll catch up with you both later.”

As Zachary departed, Arabella felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a message from him, a quick note that sent a shiver down her spine. He informed her that Franklin was a heavyweight in the legal world, an esteemed international lawyer whose influence reached far and wide. His legal team, he noted, only took on cases that exceeded ten billion in value, and the man’s personal wealth was staggering. Zachary’s final words were a reminder to tread carefully during this delicate encounter; offending Franklin could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Arabella took a moment to steady her breath, feeling the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders. It was no surprise that anyone Zachary chose to bring to her was of considerable importance.

Turning her attention back to Edmundo, she asked Sophie, her assistant, to try and coax the boy away from Franklin’s protective embrace. Sophie made several attempts, her gentle coaxing met with resistance, and Arabella realized that she would have to let Franklin continue holding the child while he detailed the boy’s condition. Every word he spoke was laden with significance, and Arabella listened intently.

“Three years ago,” Franklin began, his voice tinged with a deep sadness, “Edmundo and his mother were kidnapped. The kidnappers… they killed her, leaving him to witness the horror as she bled to death. The trauma has left deep scars; he developed post-traumatic stress disorder. For the past three years, he’s been in treatment. On the surface, he appears like any other child, but he’s trapped in silence, unable to speak or sleep without medication. Nightmares haunt him, pulling him into darkness.”

Franklin continued, his brow furrowed in concern. “Just yesterday at school, a classmate struck him on the head and bullied him verbally. Since then, he’s been in this fragile state. Last night at 1:05 AM, the doctor administered a small dose of medication, but he only managed to sleep for about forty minutes before waking up, and he hasn’t been able to find peace since.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Arabella’s face. She remembered Jayceon’s words from the previous night—his son had hurt someone at school, and the other party was unwilling to settle. Could this be the very father and son he had spoken of?

Tentatively, Arabella reached out to stroke Edmundo’s cheek, but the boy responded with a louder wail, his distress escalating. She paused, taking a moment to observe the little one in silence, then decided to remove her crisp white coat, hoping to appear less intimidating. She crouched beside him, her voice soft and soothing. “Edmundo, would you let me hold you?”

Initially, when Zachary had recommended Arabella, Franklin had been skeptical. She seemed too young, too inexperienced for the weight of such a delicate situation. However, after just a brief time spent together, he found his perception shifting. Despite her youth, she possessed a nurturing patience and kindness that resonated with him. She was careful in her approach, yet not overly rigid. Even if she couldn’t cure Edmundo, at least the boy didn’t seem to dislike her—a small miracle in itself, considering how rare it was for him to allow anyone to get close.

About ten minutes later, Arabella, still holding Edmundo, arrived at the inpatient ward alongside Franklin. As they stepped out of the elevator, her eyes immediately landed on Jayceon and Georgina, who were waiting by the door of a hospital room.

Georgina’s gaze flickered to Arabella, and her heart raced at the sight of her with a man and a child, especially with Jayceon observing the scene. She felt a surge of excitement.

Jayceon’s attention shifted from the child in Arabella’s arms to Franklin standing beside her. He approached them with a calm demeanor, yet curiosity danced in his eyes. “Do you two know each other?” he inquired, his tone casual but probing.

Arabella glanced at Georgina, who stood behind Jayceon, but chose to remain silent. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place; it made sense now why Jayceon had mentioned earlier that he was bringing someone to the hospital.

Georgina and her son were indeed the only ones who could compel Jayceon to step away from his immense responsibilities and handle matters personally. The weight of the situation hung in the air, and Arabella knew this was just the beginning of a complicated journey ahead.