Mr Melendez Your Wife Wants Divorce Long Ago novel Chapter 338

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 338**

With Edmundo’s condition finally on the mend, Arabella felt a pressing need to address something that had been bothering her. She knew she had to clarify the role she played in Edmundo’s life, especially if he continued to refer to her in a way that might confuse others. After all, she didn’t want Franklin’s future wife to misunderstand their relationship, nor did she want Edmundo to develop a habit that could be difficult to break later on.

Edmundo looked up at her, his cherubic face breaking into a bright smile as he declared, “But, I want you to be my mommy.” His innocent words tugged at her heartstrings, and she couldn’t help but pinch his chubby little cheek affectionately. With a serious expression, she replied, “Edmundo, in the future, besides having a godmother like me, you will also have a mommy. And I promise, she will love you even more than your godmother does.”

As she spoke, she noticed the glimmer of tears beginning to form in Edmundo’s big, round eyes. It was a bittersweet moment, one that filled her with both warmth and a hint of sadness.

Just then, Franklin returned from his phone call, his presence commanding yet warm. He caught the tail end of Arabella’s conversation and settled back into his chair. “Edmundo,” he said with a gentle tone, “you should listen to your godmother. She loves you just like before, and that won’t change.”

Edmundo, seeking reassurance, wrapped his little arms around Arabella’s arm and pouted, his voice soft and hopeful, “If I call you Godmother, can I come over to your house this weekend to see Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle?”

Arabella couldn’t resist the charm of that request. With a playful smile, she made a pinky promise with him. “Of course you can,” she assured him, her heart swelling with affection.

Franklin observed the endearing scene of the two making their pinky promise, a smile gracing his lips. “Dr. Palmer,” he said, addressing her with a hint of amusement, “my son can be a bit clingy. I hope you’ll be patient with him.”

Arabella couldn’t help but be charmed by the bond between father and son. She placed a hand over her heart and said, “Liv, if you ever need my help, don’t hesitate to ask!”

Franklin chuckled softly, putting down his knife and fork. “Dr. Palmer, you keep calling me Liv. Anyone who didn’t know better might think our friendship is strained.”

At that moment, Arabella felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. Though their acquaintance had only spanned a few months, she had developed a strong sense of Franklin’s character. He was calm, composed, and undeniably serious, a stark contrast to the more playful banter she shared with others.

With Edmundo calling her godmother, it felt a tad distant to refer to Franklin as ‘Mr. Franklin.’ Yet, there was a formality about him that demanded respect, making it difficult for her to ease into a more casual rapport.

Arabella found herself caught in a web of indecision, struggling to articulate her thoughts. Franklin, meanwhile, elegantly sliced through his steak, seemingly unfazed by the silence that had settled between them.

Arabella hunched over the table, coughing and sputtering, “Cough, cough, cough.” She had never felt so embarrassed in front of a man, except perhaps when it came to Jayceon. The urge to disappear into the ground was almost overwhelming.

Franklin, sensing her discomfort, gracefully shifted the conversation. “I heard Julian returned yesterday. If you’re free this weekend, Dr. Palmer, perhaps we could arrange a little poker game?”

The mere mention of poker ignited a spark of excitement within Arabella. Yet, a nagging thought crept into her mind. Julian was back from abroad, so why hadn’t he contacted her about his follow-up appointment at Vance Manor?

Later that afternoon, driven by curiosity, she called Julian. His curt response was to advise her not to come to Vance Manor just yet before he abruptly hung up. The exchange left her feeling uneasy, as if something wasn’t quite right. Determined to uncover the truth, she resolved to visit Vance Manor herself.

Upon arriving and entering the study on the second floor, she found Julian seated in his wheelchair, dressed in dark loungewear, his expression somber. “Didn’t I tell you not to come for now?” he asked, irritation flickering in his eyes.

Arabella set her medical kit down with a thud. “If I hadn’t come on my own, I was worried you’d scold me for being unfilial. We agreed you’d let me know as soon as you returned to the country for a follow-up. You’ve already delayed it by a week!”