The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 87

The man cursed for a long time before suddenly hanging up.

Melanie held the phone in her hand. She was not able to recover from the call as she stood for a long time on the balcony.

It was only when a gale of cold wind blew at her and she shivered that Melanie slowly looked up. She peeked into her room and saw that Eugene had gone. He must have returned to his

room.

The next day, Melanie called her grandfather the moment she woke up. He picked up the call very quickly.

Melanie could tell from his voice that he was exhausted. There was nothing she could do.

There was no way her grandfather would stop giving Dylan money. She was his daughter, and Peachie was his granddaughter.

Her grandfather was not in good health. If he found out that the money he earned for Peachie’s illness had been gambled away by that man…

When Melanie kept silent, Albert spoke up, “What’s wrong, Mel?”

Melanie pinched between her eyes. Her mind was in a mess. She paused to clear her mind before saying, “I’ve been too busy recently. I just miss you.”

minor issues before finally asking, ” Did you transfer money to

chose to say nothing. Melanie waited

said, “It hasn’t been easy for them. I should help out any way

replied with an ‘Alright‘ and said

She bumped into Eugene and Evelyn when she headed toward the

hesitated before finally entering

the side. Melanie was still feeling troubled over her

Evelyn was still

is working today.

frowned. She looked up to see Eugene standing beside Evelyn. She clenched her fists and said slowly, “It was wrong

Eugene was impassive and did not even glance

lowered her head. Her long and thick eyelashes hid the emotion in

and Dylan’s problems. She did not have the capacity to worry

distracted the entire journey. She even almost fell

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the hotel, and she accidentally knocked

lowered his eyes to look at her with a cold expression. “If you can’t get yourself together, go back

bit her lip and apologized to Eugene. “I’m sorry, Mr. Scott.