Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 273

**Chapter 273**

Jayceon shot a stern glance at Oliver, a silent command that the butler understood all too well, albeit with a hint of reluctance. With a heavy sigh, Oliver stepped aside, allowing the Palmer family to make their exit.

Julian, with an air of calm authority, guided the Palmer family out of the living room, ensuring there was no fuss or drama.

Conrad, however, simmered with barely contained rage, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Just as he was about to unleash his fury, a single look from Sir halted him in his tracks, a reminder of the unyielding hierarchy that governed their lives.

Jayceon walked them to the door, his expression unreadable. He turned to Arabella, his voice steady yet tinged with an underlying concern, “Go home and get some rest. I’ll be back later.”

Arabella’s response was icy, her eyes narrowing as she climbed into Julian’s car alongside her parents, the tension palpable in the air.

As Jayceon watched the taillights of their car fade into the distance, a sense of unease settled over him. He turned back to the living room, ready to confront whatever awaited him inside.

At that moment, Steve rushed in, his demeanor urgent as he leaned closer to Jayceon, whispering, “Mr. Melendez, Ms. Carrillo has been taken by Sir’s men to the Golden Triangle. Our team is already en route.”

Jayceon raised a hand, signaling Steve to leave, and the butler exited as quickly as he had arrived, leaving Jayceon alone with his thoughts.

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Tabitha, her face a mask of fury, slammed the paternity test report down in front of Jayceon with such force that it seemed to echo in the otherwise silent room. “To hide things from your own parents and grandfather for a bastard child, you’re really asking for it!” she spat, her voice laced with disbelief and anger.

Jayceon, feeling the weight of the accusation, took a deep breath before confessing, “Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Georgina’s son really isn’t mine!”

“You bastard!” Sir shouted, his voice filled with rage as he raised his cane and struck Jayceon, a sharp pain blooming on his forehead as blood trickled down.

Despite the blow, Jayceon stood resolute, refusing to back down. “Georgina saved my life once in college. When we were dating, Grandpa, you went behind my back and forced her to go abroad and marry someone else. She took the ten million dollar check, but she never spent a dime of it. Her husband abused her for years, and the child she was forced to have was the result of rape. It’s her nightmare,” he explained, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

He continued, “She returned to the country with nowhere else to turn, desperate for my help to hide the shame of the past six years and to start anew. She feared that you, Grandpa, would send her abroad again and force her into another marriage. So, she begged me to claim the child as my own, to protect her from the truth.”

Jayceon’s voice grew firmer as he added, “I admit what I did was wrong, and I regret agreeing to help her back then, but what’s done is done. I’ll take full responsibility for all the consequences!”

He looked directly at his grandfather, determination in his eyes. “Grandpa, I still have a use for Georgina. You can’t touch her for now!”

Turning to his parents, he said earnestly, “Dad, Mom, I’m truly sorry for the pain I’ve caused Arabella. I promise I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her.”

Suddenly, Georgina stumbled out of the helicopter, her face streaked with tears as she threw herself into Jayceon’s arms, desperation evident in her every movement.

But Jayceon sidestepped slightly, allowing her to miss him, and she fell to the ground, her hands gripping his pant leg as she cried, “Jay, I almost didn’t get to see you again. Your grandfather… he almost killed me, boohoo…”

Jayceon’s heart ached at her words. “If I could have you brought back, I can keep you safe,” he assured her, his voice low and steady.

“I’ve arranged another house for you. Take the child and move in for now. If you run into any trouble, come find me,” he instructed, his tone firm yet caring.

Georgina, still shaken, climbed into Steve’s car, her heart racing as she glanced back through the window at Jayceon. There he stood, a handsome figure silhouetted against the glow of the night, smoking, his expression unreadable.

A flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. She knew deep down that Jayceon still harbored feelings for her.

But the weight of his high status, the pressure from his family, and the fact that he hadn’t yet divorced Arabella loomed over them like a dark cloud, restraining him from acting on those feelings.

Otherwise, after Arabella had lost his biological child and after that old bastard from the Melendez family had cast her into the Golden Triangle in a fit of rage, Jayceon would have severed all ties with her. Instead, he had brought Georgina back, which spoke volumes of his lingering affection.