Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 224

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
By J.S. Caldwell
**Chapter 224**

“Ah~”

The sudden cry pierced the air like a sharp knife, and in an instant, Georgina’s body crumpled to the ground, collapsing as if the very essence of life had been violently stripped from her.

Jayceon sprang into action, his heart racing as he hurried to her side. Concern etched deep lines across his brow as he knelt beside her, his hands trembling slightly as he searched her face for any signs of distress. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice thick with urgency and fear.

Tears cascaded down Georgina’s cheeks, and she gripped Jayceon’s hand with a fierce intensity, as if drawing strength from him. “Jay,” she managed to say, her voice shaky yet resolute, “it’s just a little pain, nothing I can’t handle. But Dr. Palmer! She’s supposed to be a doctor! Even if she has a personal grudge against me, she can’t just stand there and watch a patient collapse right before her eyes, can she?”

As her words hung in the air, Jayceon felt a surge of frustration wash over him. He released her hand and stood up, his emotions boiling to the surface. Turning sharply towards Arabella, who was standing a few paces away with her arms crossed and an air of indifference, he couldn’t hold back. “Arabella, you call yourself a doctor? You would actually turn a blind eye to a patient’s suffering just because of some petty grudge? Are you even worthy of wearing that title?”

The tension crackled like electricity between them, their gazes locked in a fierce battle of wills. Arabella’s lips curled into a mocking smile, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. “Whether I’m worthy or not is not for you to decide, Jayceon!” she shot back, her tone dripping with disdain, as if dismissing him as one would a bothersome insect.

Jayceon’s dark eyes narrowed, the intensity of his glare cutting through the atmosphere like a blade.

Arabella continued, her voice laced with sarcasm, “If you’re so concerned about your mother-in-law, why don’t you take her to the hospital instead of wasting your breath on me here?”

A ripple of murmurs swept through the gathering crowd, their curiosity piqued as they began to piece together the relationship between Jayceon and Georgina. “I thought he was just a passerby, but it turns out he’s the son-in-law,” one voice whispered, a hint of judgment lacing their tone.

“People are hesitant to help for fear of being blamed, yet here he is, the son-in-law, doing nothing. Doesn’t seem very caring,” another chimed in, their words dripping with scorn.

“Both of you are here; why don’t you just hurry up and get the old lady to a hospital?”

Jayceon felt his heart sink as he overheard the crowd’s misinterpretation of his relationship with Georgina. Anger bubbled within him, and he couldn’t suppress it any longer. “Arabella, what nonsense are you spouting?!” he exclaimed, his voice rising, sharp and accusatory, echoing the sentiments of the crowd.

Arabella’s gaze flicked to Samuel and Cyrano, who were observing the scene unfold with a mix of interest and amusement.

Amidst the throng, Georgina stood mortified, her hands gripping the fabric of her clothes tightly, as if it were the only thing anchoring her to the ground.

Catching the knowing look Arabella shot him, Samuel seized the moment to further complicate the situation. He pushed Jayceon towards Georgina, his voice carrying an authoritative weight that cut through the chaos. “Jay, you’re in the wrong here. Your son is about to start elementary school. Even if you two are at odds, you can’t just pretend you don’t know your own mother-in-law!”

Before Jayceon could muster a response, Cyrano chimed in, pointing an accusatory finger at both Jayceon and Georgina. “I can vouch for it; they’re really a couple! Their kid is already pretty old!”

The crowd erupted into a cacophony of whispers and accusations, the atmosphere thick with judgment and disdain.

Jayceon remained frozen, his expression a tempest of disbelief and fury. His lips pressed tightly together, and his dark eyes shot daggers at Arabella, who seemed unfazed, as if she were merely enjoying a dramatic performance.

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