The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 367

Dylan had used a considerable amount of force, and Melanie was sent falling to the side upon impact. She instinctively supported herself against the chair using her injured hand, which sent an intense, piercing pain through her body.

Cold sweat broke out on her face, and all color drained from it. The pain made it almost impossible for her to breathe, let alone speak. She could only gasp like a fish to reduce the pain. Unfortunately, Dylan remained oblivious to her pain. She continued pointing her finger at Melanie as she expressed her grief and indignation. “You rebel of a daughter, why are you so heartless? You should still call him Dad!”

Dylan spoke as if Melanie had committed an unforgivable atrocity. Her voice was choked up with tears, and she slowly slid to her knees on the ground.

“Why did I even give birth to you? I’ve brought upon myself an enemy!” Dylan’s voice was hoarse. Her lamentation was filled with sorrow, and onlookers began to gossip and point fingers at Melanie.

Still in pain, Melanie struggled to recover. She could feel the cold sweat on her back as Dylan’s accusations pierced her ears.

Unable to speak, Melanie watched as Dylan noted her silence. She crawled back up before reaching a hand out to grab Melanie. “No, you must come in and apologize to your father. Kneel and apologize to him. You’ve done something disgraceful, you wicked creature!”

frail, her time doing physical labor in Hearth City–especially caring for Peachie–had given her considerable strength. She pulled

about to be torn off. The pain was so intense that half of her entire body became immobile. Cold sweat covered her forehead,

escalate! Don’t you see that she’s hurt as well? Do you think your man is the only one suffering? He

she continued, “But she

regain some control over her voice. Her face was deathly pale as she stared at Dylan. She said in a low but cold tone, “Dylan, who’s truly the

you know how he insulted Grandpa and you?” Melanie’s voice was filled with anger. “You’ve degraded yourself so much that you

not hold back at all, especially when she recalled what the man had said the night

If the woman had any brains or

then, dressed hastily in ragged clothes and

of agony and despair echoing throughout. “What happened to

yet! Your damned daughter is the one

is my life so