Chapter 439

Melina was drunk—completely, deeply drunk and unwilling to wake up. When Wallace closed his eyes for the last time, she wanted nothing more than to do the same—to slip into darkness and never open them again. Anyone who knew Melina would have been baffled by the sight. The resilient, vibrant woman they admired now seemed fragile, almost broken. But strength required an anchor, and when that anchor was gone, even the strongest could collapse. With Wallace around, no matter how much she had suffered or how tired she had been, Melina had always held on. But now, he was gone, and she had been holding on for far too long. She was utterly exhausted. The bodyguards and doctors were present in the room. They had seen Melina speaking softly with Wallace earlier, and later, they had drunk something together. Considering Wallace's condition, he couldn't have drunk much, so they hadn't intervened. Then, everything fell silent—eerily so. Wallace lay on the bed with his eyes closed, while Me