Unlimited Son-In-Law

Chapter 489 An Audience There were still a few silver needles inserted at the spot between his eyes, as well as on his chest. They were there to seal off his acupoints to forcibly keep him alive. “Grandpa…” Melanie whispered as tears welled up in her eyes. “I have to admit that I’ve grown old,” Solomon started. “Bury me in Grave Nine at Xanfield after I die. My good friend had read my fortune before, and he said that Grave Nine is a fantastic place in terms of geomancy. That place would be able to ensure that the Sanchez family continues to flourish. He was a master in geomancy, and he was, in a way, a master of fortune-telling.

Your great-grandfather—my father—was buried in Grave Nine at Xanfield per his guidance. That is why the Sanchez family has been thriving steadily all these years.” Melanie did not register his words at all, for she was overwhelmed with sadness. It was as if a giant rock was crushing her chest. “Why are you crying? You won’t look pretty if you have tear running down your face. No one will want you—even Atticus won’t want you,” Solomon said to her in a weak voice. “I don’t like Atticus.” Melanie wiped her tears. “He’s despicable. The one I like will be a hero like Lord Campbell.” Lord Campbell? Solomon smiled bitterly. He had always wanted to meet the impressive young man, but he never got the chance to do that. If he could continue to live, he would like to meet the spectacular young man. Unfortunately, he had no more chances as he was dying. While Melanie was in the throes of sorrow, she heard someone talking outside. “There’s a young man called Donald Campbell who’s seeking an audience with Mr. Sanchez. He said he’ll be able to cure Mr. Sanchez.” Melanie stiffened

elderly man. After all, Solomon was suffering from multiple organ failure and he was old. No medication would be able to save him. Soon, Melanie saw the young man brought into the room. She was taken aback for a moment before she uttered, “Did you say that you can save my grandpa?” Meanwhile, Donald was observing Melanie as well. The pink coat woman, who looked like she was around the age of twenty-seven to twenty-eight, was clearly an aggressive individual. She had a marvelous figure, and her skin was as fair as

what identity he had, Melanie was not going to let him go easily. Nevertheless, Donald’s expression did not change even after he heard her question. In a terrifyingly calm tone, he introduced, “I’m from