The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 362

George gritted his teeth and stepped toward Melanie menacingly. “Taught me a lesson, huh? I’ll show you a lesson! You bitch, you’d rather show filial piety to that old man with all that money rather than your father!”

Hearing him repeatedly refer to himself as her father fueled the anger that had been simmering within Melanie. However, her rationality prevailed. She knew that confronting George head–on would bring nothing good.

She discreetly took two steps back, cautiously preparing for the possibility that George might suddenly become violent. Despite this, she replied in an unfriendly tone, “Don’t compare yourself to my grandfather. Dylan is undeserving, and you’re even less so.”

George’s face had completely darkened. His habitual alcohol abuse made him prone to sudden bursts of anger.

He sneered, his words dripping with venom. “Do you know why that old man is lingering on the edge of death? It’s his damnation! Your mother is a bitch, your father is a scoundrel, and your grandfather is reaping what he sowed!

“It’s his fault for bringing that witch into this world and bringing calamity onto me!”

The vulgar and disgusting words that came out of George’s mouth targeted not only Dylan but also Melanie’s grandfather.

practically cast aside all reason and delivered a resounding slap across George’s face. This slap was fueled with all her might, leaving

the force of the blow. His lips, stained with the taste of

at her with a murderous glare, his voice now hoarse and terrifying like that of a demon unleashed from hell.

to hit me? You’re fucking

man driven by such intense emotions? Unfortunately, there was no one passing by them at the moment.

with her shoulder. It felt as if her bones were being crushed. Melanie was in so

Melanie’s hair and tried

to avoid George, then kicked him hard between the legs. Holding her

into that kick. George burst out with profanities as he lay on

moaning and clutching the

fear. She glanced back at George, who was still lying on the ground with a

took out her phone to call the police. As soon as she brought out her

made by leather shoes echoed in the silent hospital lobby in a particularly distinct