Mr Melendez,Your Wife Wants Divorce Long ago novel Chapter 371

**Her Spark Ignites Tonight**
**By J.S. Caldwell**
**Chapter 371**

The air in the room grew tense as Sir’s voice cut through the silence, dripping with disdain. “You’re merely a bankrupt heiress,” he scoffed, his tone dismissive. “Don’t let the fact that you’ve become a doctor and mingled with a few affluent individuals inflate your ego.”

His words were sharp, like a knife slicing through her confidence. “Even if you toiled for three lifetimes, you would never earn the right to be with Jay!” he declared, his gaze unwavering, filled with contempt.

Arabella felt a surge of frustration bubbling within her. She rose from her seat, her patience wearing thin. She had no desire to engage further with this pompous old man. Her expression hardened as she retorted, “Rest assured, sir. Even if every other man on this planet were to drop dead, I would never consider rekindling anything with your grandson in this lifetime!”

As she turned to leave, she couldn’t resist adding a final jab. “And for the record, sir, do keep a tighter leash on your grandson. It’s high time you stop allowing him to act like a creep and come bother me incessantly.”

Without allowing Sir a moment to respond, Arabella strode out of the room, the sound of a teacup crashing against the table echoing behind her. She didn’t bother to glance back, her heart racing with a mix of anger and relief as she exited the stifling atmosphere.

Once back in her office at the hospital’s outpatient clinic, Arabella took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the encounter.

A gentle knock interrupted her thoughts as Amanda’s mother, Delilah Lewis, entered her office. Arabella’s gaze swept over the impeccably dressed woman, noting the expensive fabric of her outfit. A quick glance at the computer screen confirmed the patient’s name, and she couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast in their ages.

“Are you Delilah?” Arabella inquired, her voice steady but curious.

Delilah scanned the office, her eyes lingering on Arabella before she settled into the chair opposite her.

Arabella began her usual routine of questions, “How long has the insomnia been troubling you? Have you been taking any medication for it?”

Delilah, however, had other intentions. “I’m not here for a consultation,” she stated flatly. “I’m here to issue a warning.”

Arabella hesitated, her hand hovering above the keyboard, confusion washing over her. She met Delilah’s piercing gaze and sensed an undercurrent of provocation and disdain.

“Please be clear,” Arabella urged, her tone firm as she tried to regain control of the conversation.

Delilah toyed with the emerald bangle adorning her wrist, her expression unreadable.

“Dr. Palmer,” she began, her eyes locked onto Arabella’s with an intensity that was hard to ignore. “Whether you and Mr. Melendez were childhood sweethearts or married for a few years, that’s all ancient history. I expect you to act with some decency and not think for a moment that you can use your looks to charm Mr. Melendez into remarrying you!”

The harshness of Delilah’s words struck Arabella like a slap, causing her to frown involuntarily.

Delilah continued, her demeanor unwavering, “Even if you’re unwilling to accept it, my daughter Amanda is about to get engaged to Mr. Melendez. If you dare to interfere with their engagement, I assure you, I won’t let you escape unscathed.”

A sarcastic smile crept onto Arabella’s lips as the pieces fell into place. So, this was Amanda’s mother, the formidable Mrs. Collins. It seemed she had inadvertently stirred a hornet’s nest, with every member of this clan coming to warn her one by one.

Rising from her chair, Arabella stood tall in front of Delilah, her hands firmly tucked into the pockets of her white coat. “Mrs. Collins,” she stated with a steely resolve, “I don’t care if you’re eager to reclaim your daughter’s ‘trash,’ but this is my office. If you utter one more disrespectful word, I promise I won’t be so polite.”

Delilah, while assertive, was not foolish. As the esteemed matriarch of the Collins Clan, she would never stoop to physical confrontation with someone of Arabella’s standing; it would be beneath her dignity.

Calmly, Delilah met Arabella’s fierce gaze. “I’ve encountered plenty of hypocrites like you,” she said, her words laced with sarcasm. “You assume I’m helping my daughter pick up trash, but what about Mr. Melendez saving you when you were injured?”

Arabella shot back, “That was just him being a fool.”

“Jayceon and I are divorced,” she continued, her voice steady. “I have absolutely nothing to do with him anymore. Whether you get engaged or married is entirely your affair. Go find Jayceon; don’t come here trying to assert your influence.”

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