My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!-Chapter 196: Don’t Come Any Closer
"You’re talking nonsense, you’re dreaming. A man like Jared would never fall in love with anyone," Ivy shouted with intense emotion, her face twisted. "He will never love you."
"Won’t he?" Melody took out a recording on her phone and slowly played it, revealing the conversation between her and Jared.
"Then can I make her blind or crippled?"
"Suit yourself, but leave anything too bloody to Timothy Lockwood."
"You said he’s always believed you saved him when he was a child. Now, regarding a woman who saved him, he doesn’t care and lets me handle it as I please. If that’s not him falling for me, what is it?" Melody curved her lips.
Although Melody wasn’t sure if Jared had fallen for her, she was certain that he was heading in that direction, and she needed to stop him from having such thoughts.
"No, no way, impossible, the recording you have is fake, it’s fake," Ivy screamed madly, her face more ashen than death.
She had plotted for so long; how could she let Jared belong to Melody?
No, absolutely not.
"Fake? Is that possible?" Melody stood up. "You set yourself up to fall into the river just to frame me, which was indeed fake, but what I just told you is real."
"Why didn’t I just kill you," Ivy was already unclear about what she was saying. "I shouldn’t have just let myself fall; I should have dragged you down with me, let you die in the river."
Melody contentedly pocketed her phone and left.
"Melody Thorne, come back, come back! Sooner or later, I’ll make sure you don’t die peacefully!" Ivy screamed continuously. "I will definitely make sure you don’t die peacefully."
Suddenly, the blue ocean surface carried a smell of blood, increasingly intense, increasingly intense. Ivy was splashed a few times by the sea water. When she looked up, the sea had a blood-like color, and the heavy stench of blood was drifting toward her as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
The bloody smell was extremely nauseating.
"Ah, help, help, don’t come over, don’t come over."
"Ugh," Ivy couldn’t help but retch, as the pool of blood completely submerged her surroundings.
"Ah," Ivy screamed, nearly fainting.
In the deserted shallow waters, the man on the shore, his sharply defined profile veiled by the morning mist, his exposed skin as white as porcelain, exuded a severe scent of blood. It was sacred and untouchable, like a boy resurrected from a Greek castle, with a hint of pallor.
His eyes, at this moment, could accommodate nothing but the color of blood.
"Caleb, I know it’s you, stop acting mysterious and scaring me," Ivy shouted uncontrollably.
Only Caleb would have such a perverse side.
The man stood up, discarding the sharp, still-bloody dagger in his hand. He had skinned a piranha, leaving it in a miserable state, almost unrecognizable as a fish.
Caleb walked over. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm Melody, no one. In his subconscious, this was the belief.
"Caleb, you’re a lunatic, a mental case, daring to take over the Adler Family. Sooner or later, you’ll turn into a madman; you’ll be more pitiful than me."
Caleb lowered his head. The three words he hated most were ’mental patient,’ pressing the dagger smelling of fish blood against Ivy’s face, "Before I turn mad, the first one to go mad will definitely be you."
