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.

She practically cast aside all reason and delivered a resounding slap across George’s face. This slap was fueled

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

murderous glare, his voice now hoarse and terrifying like that

hit me? You’re fucking asking to die!”

could Melanie, a woman, hope to stand against a man driven by such intense emotions? Unfortunately, there was no one passing by them at the moment. Melanie wanted to

as if her bones were being crushed. Melanie was in so much pain that she could not even

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

kick. George burst out with

clutching the

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

the police. As soon as she brought out her phone,

leather shoes echoed in the silent hospital lobby in a particularly