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.

body tensed when she heard Eugene’s cold and steady

lifted her head and looked at him, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye. When she raised her gaze to meet Eugene’s indifferent expression, she saw an emotion in

looked down at her condescendingly.

and Melanie’s bewildered mind slowly began to work before

ripple–free. Eugene’s eyes narrowed slightly as he casually replied, “This is a problem for you to settle. Why do you think I’d help you?”

she

her for a moment before reaching

said, “I’m not a philanthropist, Melanie.”

Melanie’s face was tilted upward with the force of his grip.

was that she had to satisfy him and make

the corridor for a long time before returning to the ward to see her

looked like a puppet being pushed

the door, Melanie could only hear vague sounds of agreement.

was heart–wrenching to listen to.