The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 366

“The results of George Chapman’s medical examination just came out. His reproductive organs are severely injured, and more specific examinations are still underway. We have contacted his family and would like you to come and resolve this matter.”

Melange had exerted considerable force when she kicked George last night. She had also been wearing leather shoes. He deserved it, though,

Melanie was not afraid since she had acted in self–defense. Even if she had incapacitated George, she had ample justification.

She first went to the hospital. Her grandfather was still unaware of the incident and was delighted to see her. Melanie then explained the situation to the caregiver and doctor, reminding them not to disclose any information before taking a taxi to the police station.

George was not at the police station as he was still hospitalized. The police questioned Melanie about the incident before taking her to see George.

George lay on the hospital bed, his face pale with suppressed pain. His legs were spread wide open. The moment he saw Melanie, he started cursing angrily, “You bitch! I’ll kill you!”

Melanie lowered her gaze, momentarily surprised. However, she quickly regained her

composure,

attacked me first, so what you’re

beside him. The excessive movement caused him

off! I’ll kill you! You bitch! Why don’t you go die?! I

the nearby police officers to frown. When they

him slightly before turning to the police officers. “I think we should bring in a psychiatrist

They had already reviewed the surveillance footage from last night, confirming that George had initiated the attack and that Melanie had acted in

severe, and the doctors suggested that he might lose certain functions in the future. Moreover, according to George, Melanie was his stepdaughter. The fact that a stepdaughter had injured

clear. She had made sure to bring the results of her medical examination out with

attack fractured my shoulder. I

seek compensation from him,” she

she would be getting it.

arrived then, dressed hastily in ragged clothes and accompanied by a thinner–looking

Peachie.

she arrived, her wails of agony and despair echoing throughout. “What happened to you? The police told me… What am I supposed to do now? What am I

crying like you’re at a funeral! I’m not dead yet! Your damned daughter is