Chapter 76

Melanie answered, "I know, but I'm used to it." Derrick was at a loss for words. An hour later, Joanne had a pile of vitamins delivered to the villa, some of which were aimed at parts better left unspoken. Even Jemima felt embarrassed seeing them. Derrick was furious, but under Melanie's quiet care, he huffed himself into an afternoon nap. Having someone call him dysfunctional right in front of Melanie left him dreaming of her looking down on him with contempt. Seeing how restless he slept, Melanie stayed by his side, sitting in a chair. She occasionally smoothed the crease in his brow. She'd studied psychology and knew Derrick wasn't as difficult to deal with as he appeared. When a man born to privilege ended up cippled overnight, the crash was bound to twist him. Sick, frustrated, under suspicion, and with people circling for his power… she understood all of it. There would always be those waiting to strike while he was down. Now that she was more than two weeks pregnant, al