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.

getting your grandfather to undergo surgery?” Her body tensed

When she raised her gaze to meet Eugene’s indifferent expression, she saw an emotion in his dark, inscrutable eyes that she could

looked down at her condescendingly. “Do you want to?”

to work before

stared at Eugene, her beautiful eyes devoid of their usual liveliness. They resembled a deep and unfathomable icy pool, calm and ripple–free. Eugene’s eyes narrowed slightly as he casually replied, “This

When she heard what Eugene said, she showed no reaction and just continued to

a

said, “I’m not a

hand gripping Melanie’s chin. Melanie’s face was

had to

the corridor for a long time before returning to the ward to see her grandfather. She happened to witness the nurses turning him over

how he looked like a puppet

Standing at the door, Melanie could only hear

to listen

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