Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 294

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 294**

Arabella stood there, facing the old man, a sharp wave of sarcasm bubbling beneath her calm exterior. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved issues.

“Old Man,” she began, her voice steady but laced with a hint of defiance, “did your son not inform you that your grandson was served divorce papers during the shareholders’ meeting?” The words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the turmoil brewing within their family.

The old man, his face a mask of stoicism, replied, “Young people should think long-term. In the grand scheme of things, the entire Melendez legacy will eventually belong to you and Jay’s child. Don’t get caught up on a single issue.” His voice was firm, yet there was an underlying desperation in his tone, as if he were trying to hold onto the remnants of a family he feared was slipping away.

Arabella couldn’t suppress a sneer. “I couldn’t care less about the Melendez family’s wealth and splendor,” she shot back, her words sharp as daggers. The thought of riches and grandeur felt hollow to her, overshadowed by the emotional wreckage that lay before her.

Conrad, unable to contain his frustration any longer, pointed an accusatory finger at Arabella. “Plenty of men out there cheat, especially someone as remarkable as Jay! Besides, that child isn’t even Jay’s. He didn’t betray you! You really need to take a good look at yourself. What more could you possibly be unsatisfied with?” His voice was a blend of anger and disbelief, as if he couldn’t fathom her perspective.

Arabella’s tone hardened as she replied, “No matter how outstanding your son is, I simply won’t be with him, and I certainly won’t bear his children. If you want to drag this out with me, go ahead. I have nothing to lose.” Determination flickered in her eyes, a fierce resolve that made it clear she would not be swayed.

The old man’s expression shifted dramatically, anger washing over him like a tidal wave. “I paid off that Carrillo woman back then, but I never expected Jay to marry someone like you! What a disgrace to the family!” His voice trembled with rage, each word a bitter reminder of the fractures within their lineage.

Just then, Jayceon entered the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. The old man was gasping for breath on the sofa, clearly agitated; Conrad was seething with fury; and Arabella stood to the side, a silent observer amidst the chaos.

“Are you okay?” Jayceon asked Arabella, concern etched on his face as he scanned her for signs of distress.

After ensuring she was unharmed, he instructed, “Go wait for me in the car.” His voice was gentle yet authoritative, a subtle reminder of his protective instincts.

Arabella met his gaze for a brief moment, her heart racing with a mix of emotions, before she turned and walked away, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her.

Once she had left, Conrad turned to Jayceon, his voice thick with urgency. “Jay, I’m warning you. Franklin has never lost a case. It seems that woman, Arabella, is dead set on ending things with you. You need to strategize and take control of this situation,” he urged, his tone a blend of concern and frustration.

“And that woman, Georgina. If you don’t handle her, don’t blame me and your grandfather for stepping in!” Conrad’s words hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the familial pressures that loomed over them.

Jayceon, his jaw clenched, replied firmly, “Dad, I’ll say it again. I’ll handle my own problems.” His determination was unwavering, a testament to his commitment to navigate through the storm on his own terms.

Once in the car, Jayceon glanced over at Arabella, who was engrossed in her phone, scrolling aimlessly. The silence between them was thick, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

After a moment of hesitation, he started the car, the engine’s roar breaking the stillness.

The drive home was steeped in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of the earlier confrontation lingering in the air.

Franklin met his gaze steadily. “Of course I’m after something,” he admitted, a hint of sincerity in his tone.

Seeing Jayceon’s expression darken, Franklin continued, “I want Dr. Palmer to be happy. If she’s happy, my son is happy. And if my son is happy, then I’m very happy.”

Jayceon stood, the tension palpable. “My wife and I have been childhood sweethearts for over twenty years. It’s not a bond that can be broken so easily. If you insist on going head-to-head with the Melendez family’s legal team, Liv, then let’s see who’s better.” His challenge hung in the air, a clear warning of the battle that lay ahead.

Franklin, fully aware of the unspoken threat behind Jayceon’s words, maintained his polite demeanor as he stood to escort him to the door.

As Jayceon stepped out of the law firm, his assistant Steve approached cautiously. “Mr. Melendez, what did Liam say?” he inquired, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Once inside the car, Jayceon irritably tugged at the collar of his shirt, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. He hadn’t expected Franklin to be so willing to confront the Melendez family for Arabella’s sake.

Leaning his head back against the headrest, he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts. “What’s the progress with Georgina?” he asked, his voice low and tense.

Steve replied carefully, “No progress for now!”

Jayceon couldn’t help but frown, irritation flashing across his features. “Back to the office,” he commanded, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him as they drove away.