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.

about getting your grandfather to undergo surgery?” Her body tensed when she

tear still clinging to the corner of her eye. When she raised her gaze to meet Eugene’s indifferent

down at her condescendingly.

to work before she hoarsely asked, “What are your

and unfathomable icy pool, calm and ripple–free. Eugene’s eyes narrowed slightly as he casually replied, “This is a problem for

face was already pale. When she heard what Eugene said, she showed no reaction and just continued

at her for a moment before reaching out to

“I’m not a philanthropist,

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

was that she had to satisfy him and make him willing to help

returning to the ward to

puppet being

indistinctly. Standing at the door, Melanie could only hear

was heart–wrenching to listen

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