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.

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

head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. His lips, stained with the taste of rust, were bleeding from the impact.

murderous glare, his voice now hoarse and terrifying like

to hit me?

escalated with each word, and the last word out of his mouth was practically a roar. How could Melanie, a woman, hope to stand against a man driven by such intense emotions? Unfortunately, there

with her shoulder. It felt as if her

Instead, he grabbed Melanie’s hair and tried

managed to react. She bent down to avoid George, then kicked him hard between the legs. Holding her shoulder,

put everything she had into that kick. George

clutching the

addition to the physical pain, her heart was gripped with fear. She glanced back at George, who was still lying on the ground with a contorted

as she brought out her phone, she suddenly heard a ding from the elevator behind

sound of footsteps made by leather shoes echoed in the silent hospital lobby in a particularly