The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 277

Melanie sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, her face devoid of color. She was not sure when the call on her phone was disconnected.

Howard’s words echoed in her mind repeatedly, alternating with images of her grandfather lying in a hospital bed, tubes protruding from his body.

Melanie’s throat felt as if it were being tightly squeezed. Even expelling a breath required a significant effort. Her face was cold to the touch, and she numbly reached up to caress her check when she felt some dampness. Was she crying?

She stared at her moist fingertips and got lost in thought. Eugene was right. She had indeed thought too highly of herself, believing that she alone could move Eugene and improve her grandfather’s condition.

How could that be possible?

Melanie’s shoulders drooped, her long hair falling and obscuring her view and expression. She heard footsteps approaching her and smelled a familiar, cool scent mingled with disinfectant. It permeated her senses.

grandfather to undergo surgery?” Her body tensed when she heard Eugene’s cold

looked at him, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye. When she raised

down at her condescendingly.

Melanie’s bewildered mind slowly began to work before she hoarsely asked, “What are

resembled a deep and unfathomable icy pool, calm and ripple–free. Eugene’s eyes narrowed slightly as he

Eugene said, she showed no reaction and

at her for a moment before reaching out

he said, “I’m not a philanthropist,

a subtle force in the hand gripping Melanie’s chin. Melanie’s face was tilted upward with

would help her, but the condition was that she had to satisfy him and make him

time before returning to the ward to see her grandfather. She happened to witness the nurses turning him

how he looked like a puppet being

spoke very indistinctly. Standing at the door,

to listen