Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband by Erin Green

Chapter 403 Chapter 403 Lost Hope Suzanna knelt beside Cameron's wheelchair, her tone calm yet laced with regret. Her pale hands hovered gently over his legs as if trying to offer reassurance. She lowered her gaze, exhaling quietly before speaking. "Cameron," she began, her voice steady but soft. "Don't give up yet. What if Melody hasn't truly turned her back on you?" Her words hung in the air as she tilted her head, her expression earnest.

"She's won now," Suzanna continued, her voice carrying a thread of hope. "The Veinspire Codex-it's just a dry needling technique. If she's going to use it to help Martin, she could make a copy forThat way, I could try to heal your legs." She let her fingers brush lightly against his knees, her gaze unwavering.

"Grandpa taught us both everything about medicine. And I've spent so much tstudying dry needling. I've poured myself into it for this very moment for you. You're my priority, Cameron." Her tone sounded tender, yet her carefully chosen words pressed deeper into his unraveling confidence. Suzanna understood the Gregoria organizers better than most. They weren't the sort to play fair.

Even with Melody's triumph, Suzanna doubted they would hand over the Veinspire Codex without complications. And Suzanna had no intention of letting the opportunity slip away.

She had noticed a shift in the past few days. Gary, Derrick, and Carson had started to drift toward Melody, as though caught under sunseen influence. Suzanna saw it as an advantage. After all, she was the family's beloved daughter, the one her brothers had always cherished. Melody didn't belong in their lives, much less their family.

When Suzanna finished, her gaze shifted to Drooby, who stood nearby, his watchful eyes fixed on her. Her lips curved into a delicate smile as she addressed him in flawless Gregoria.

"Mr. Drooby," she said politely, her voice even, "my sister never intended to cause any trouble for Gregoria. I hope you'll accept my apology on her behalf-and on behalf of Cleussau." She straightened slightly, her tone carrying a faint note of curiosity.

"Now that she's won, isn't it tto reveal the champion's prize?" Suzanna's smile grew, her words light but purposeful.

"I heard this year's winner receives two prizes. That's rare, isn't it? I can't help but feel a little envious. It does seem... unusual compared to past competitions." She paused for a moment, letting the thought linger.

"Of course, I don't mean any disrespect, Mr. Drooby. My sister worked so hard to get here. It would be cruel to let her down now." Suzanna's final words carried just enough weight to strike their intended targets. Cameron's expression darkened, and Drooby's narrowed gaze reflected his mounting frustration.

The unusual prize system had everyone talking. One reward was Liam's renowned Veinspire Codex, while the other remained a mystery, fueling the audience's curiosity further. Drooby's lips twitched into a strained smile as he stepped closer to Suzanna.

He placed a hand on her head, tousling her hair with an air of mock affection.

"Suzanna," he said smoothly, his tone carefully controlled, "you're much more reasonable than your sister. You have nothing to worry about. We wouldn't dream of treating Melody unfairly." His words carried a false reassurance, yet Suzanna only nodded, her expression composed.

Drooby adjusted his suit and strode out of the room without another glance.

Minutes later, his voice boomed through the arena, commanding the attention of the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he declared, his tone full of practiced charm, "let's give a round of applause to tonight's deserving winner-Melody!" The announcement carried an air of triumph, erasing any lingering doubts about the competition's fairness.

"And now," Drooby continued, his arms outstretched, "it's tfor the moment you've all been waiting for-the unveiling of the champion's prizes." Drooby finished his statement and pressed a button on the remote in his hand.

Without warning, two large boxes descended from above. Just as they were about to hit the ground, then ropes attached to them tightened, EY stopping them a meter from the floor. The audience was left speechless, their eyes wide in disbelief. The key figures in the room, already privy to the rumors, exchanged knowing glances, their attention fixed on the unfolding spectacle.

Every year, the grand prize of the international underground boxing championship was veiled in secrecy, its true worth was hard to estimate.

What made these prizes even more fascinating was that they often carried hidden conditions-ties to powerful nations. They were never just prizes but promises of O something more.

And the form these conditions took varied, though one constant m remained: they were always closely linked to the country hosting the event. Last year, the championship took place in Cheshingire.

The prize that year was a long-lost relic of immense cultural andhistorical significance, a treasure that N had vanished from the public eye.

But, as always, the outcwasn't quite as expected...