Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Wayne Academy Cafeteria

Before the conversation could resume, two students approached cautiously.

Their ID lace bore the insignia of Section Six.

Miexha Verra’s class.

“Mister Dom… President Wov… Miss Dom,” the boy greeted respectfully.

“Miguel Meriden,” he introduced himself.
“And this is Lorie Santillan. We’re Miexha’s classmates.”

Concern was evident in their expressions.

“How is she now?” Lorie asked gently.
“Do you know when she might return to school?”

The question had barely settled when—

SLAM.

Asha’s palm struck the table with enough force to rattle the cutlery.

“Isn’t that rather rude?” she asked coldly.

Miguel stiffened.
Lorie paled.

Asha’s gaze sharpened.
“Miexha is no longer Jayson’s fiancée.”
Her chin tilted slightly upward.
“And yet you come asking us for updates?”

Jayson placed a hand lightly on his sister’s arm.
“Asha.”

She clicked her tongue but allowed him to speak.

Jayson turned his calm gaze toward the two students.

“Rest assured,” he said gently, “Miexha is no longer in critical condition.”

He retrieved his phone, he opened a secured application.

A small biometric chart appeared on the screen — steady heart rate, stable oxygen levels.

Then another feed.

A discreet hospital CCTV angle.

Miexha lay peacefully in a private medical suite, machines quietly monitoring her condition.

“She remains in a coma,” Jayson explained,
“but her vitals have stabilized.”

Lorie visibly relaxed.

Miguel bowed slightly.
“Thank you, Mister Dom.”

Zatariel leaned closer to Jayson, eyes wide.
“…That is a terrifying level of surveillance.”

Jayson blinked.

“You look like a creepy stalker.”
Zatariel lowered his voice.
“You have her vital tracker? And hospital camera access?”

Jayson froze.
His composure cracked just slightly.

“I–it is not what you think.”
He straightened quickly.
“Ensuring her safety remains my responsibility.”
His voice grew firmer.
“It is my duty.”

Zatariel stared at him for a moment.
Then chuckled quietly.

“I know, Jayson.”
His smile softened.
“You don’t need to panic. I’m not jealous.”

Jayson paused.
“…You usually are.”

“That is different.”
Zatariel leaned back slightly.
“I only become unreasonable when emotions are involved.”

A servant arrived, elegantly placing dish after dish before them.

Asha examined the spread.
Her brows lifted again.
“…You ordered the imperial set?”

Zatariel cleared his throat.
“I may have… overcompensated.”

Asha smirked.
“Well,” she said, reaching for her utensils,
“at least your guilt has excellent taste.”