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.

aside all reason and delivered a resounding slap across George’s face. This slap

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

his voice now hoarse and terrifying like that of a demon unleashed from hell.

You dare to hit me? You’re fucking asking

was practically a roar. How could Melanie, a woman, hope to stand against a man driven by such intense emotions? Unfortunately, there was no one passing by them

contained the man’s hatred connected heavily with her shoulder. It felt as if her bones were being crushed. Melanie was in so much pain that

Instead, he grabbed Melanie’s hair and tried to drag her to the side.

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

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

and clutching the

In addition to the physical pain, her heart was gripped with fear. She glanced back

soon as she brought out her phone,

leather shoes echoed in the silent hospital lobby in a particularly