**TITLE: Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 364**
More than an hour had passed, the clock ticking ominously in the grand Melendez mansion, where shadows danced across the opulent decor.
As Jayceon was ushered through the door by Samuel and Kimberly, the tension in the air was palpable. In the living room, Conrad and Tabitha were embroiled in a heated argument, their voices rising and falling like a tempest.
Seated on the plush sofa, Sir wore a grim expression, his silence louder than any words could convey. The remnants of a fruit bowl lay shattered on the floor, the vibrant colors of the fruit now scattered like the fragile peace in the house.
Jayceon felt an instinctive heaviness in his chest as he paused at the threshold, the oppressive atmosphere wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. The moment Tabitha and Conrad caught sight of him—injured and silent—their argument came to an abrupt halt, the air charged with unspoken concern.
Oliver rushed forward, his voice laced with urgency. “Sir, please, take it easy.”
Tabitha’s eyes widened with worry, her voice trembling slightly. “You’re in such bad shape, why on earth did you come back here instead of staying in the hospital to rest?”
Jayceon’s dark eyes flicked toward his father and grandfather, searching for understanding amidst the chaos. Samuel leaned in closer, whispering something to Tabitha that caused her expression to shift dramatically. Without hesitation, she instructed Oliver to call for the family doctor.
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With great care, they helped Jayceon to a seat on the sofa, the cushions sinking under his weight. The family doctor arrived promptly, his demeanor serious as he examined Jayceon’s wound. “This is serious,” he warned, noting the blood seeping through the bandages. “He needs to be taken to the hospital immediately.”
Conrad, his face a mask of frustration, summoned someone to prepare the car for Jayceon’s urgent trip to the hospital. Yet, Jayceon remained seated, his expression one of defiance, refusing to budge.
Conrad pointed an accusatory finger at his son, his voice rising in anger. “You got yourself hurt for that woman, and now you won’t even go back for proper treatment? What are you trying to prove?”
Jayceon gritted his teeth against the sharp pain coursing through him. “Dad, you and Grandpa went to the Palmer family without my consent, stirring up trouble. What exactly do you think you’re accomplishing?”
The mention of the Palmer family darkened Conrad’s expression, reigniting the anger he had tried to suppress. “Our Melendez family is steeped in old money,” he declared, his pride evident. “We have far surpassed The Eight Great Clans in wealth and influence.”
He leaned closer, his voice low but intense. “As the chairman of the Melendez Corporation and your father, when they slap my face, they slap yours too!”
**Chapter 364**
“You’ve put up with so much for that woman,” Conrad continued, his voice rising in indignation. “And you still have the audacity to question our intentions?”
Jayceon met his father’s glare with an unyielding expression. “If you hadn’t gone to the Palmer family, their slap would never have reached the Melendez family.”
The impact of Jayceon’s words was like a slap to Conrad’s face, his rage bubbling over. He raised his hand in a fit of anger, but Oliver and Samuel quickly intervened, grabbing his arms to prevent him from striking.
In the struggle, Conrad’s hand accidentally collided with Samuel’s chin, the sound sharp and jarring.

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