Chapter 407 Helper
The voice she knew so well brought Melody back to the moment, pulling her thoughts to the day her father had sent her to the Shields' place.
Tyrell stood tall, his presence as commanding as ever. There was a sternness about him, a quiet authority that filled the room. His gaze, usually firm and steady, now held something else—an unfamiliar sadness, a depth of emotion she rarely saw. Tyrell had raised her himself.
In his presence, Melody had always acted a little spoiled, well aware that her father would move mountains to make her happy.
But she was no fool. She knew the truth. Tyrell hadn't wanted to send her away. He had his reasons, reasons he never spoke of, things he kept hidden.
And as his adopted daughter, she couldn't add to his burden. Not now, when he already had so much on his plate.
She lifted her head, managing a smile, hoping it would ease his heart.
"Don't worry, Dad. I'll be fine with the Shields," she said.
"You promised me everyone there would treat me like family. They'll look out for me. I'm old enough now to take care of myself."
Her words struck a chord in Tyrell's heart, but he knew better. Keeping her by his side was too dangerous.
The only way to keep her safe was to send her back, to the Shields, where she could be away from the people who might use her against him.
At the gates of the Shields' place, Tyrell bent down, his tall frame lowering just enough to meet her gaze.
He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice softer than usual.
"But I can't bear to leave you, Mel.
"I'm not worried about you behaving. I just need you to know I'll come for you. I'll find a way to bring you home.
"The people here are your family, and they'll care for you. You'll treat them the same way, and that's how it should be.
"But, Mel, you need to understand no matter where you are, no matter the distance, I'll always be the one who loves you the most."
As her adoptive father, Tyrell knew he couldn't ask her to close her heart to the Shields or the people there. He couldn't selfishly ask her not to care for them.
He only wanted what was best for her-the love she deserved, the kind of love he couldn't give as a man.
Melody had no mother.
The two boys he raised had grown up rough, but Melody was different. She deserved more, deserved the tenderness and care of a mother.
And the Shields had her birth mother, waiting for her.
Eleven years had passed.
Her real mother had waited all that time, yearning for her daughter's return.
When Melody went back to the Shields, she would be showered with affection.
They would cherish her as one of their own.
It was the best future he could give her.
The one he hoped would make up for everything.
Melody stood there, her mind a whirl of confusion. She couldn't help but wonder, They all feel so unfamiliar The time spent with the Tuckers wasn't as perfect as at the Shields, but was freer, happier there
Yet, she didn't want to add to her father's concerns.
With a quiet sigh, she nodded. The
Smegentle girl raised her eyes toet
Tyrell, offering him a bright, trusting smile.
"Dad... I trust you.
"I'll wait for you to come take me home."
Melody was preparing herself to take action against Drooby, ready to strike back and stop his unprovoked attacks.
She gripped the electrode tightly in her hand. With one throw, she could him blow thatnoveldrama
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would leave no room for argument.
It would be the perfect way to slap Gregoria in the face, severing all ties with them for good.
But before she could make her move, that familiar, deep voice halted her.
For a moment, she was frozen, unable to move.
A part of her, which had been wound tightly for so long, snapped in that instant.
She turned quickly, her eyes suddenly welling with tears. The word escaped her before she could stop it.
"Dad?" Four years had passed. Tyrell still stood tall, as commanding as ever, as if no time could diminish his strength.