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!”

labor in Hearth City–especially caring for Peachie–had given her considerable strength. She pulled Melanie without restraint as she dragged her forward forcefully.

was about to be torn off. The pain was so intense that half of her entire

away while whispering, “Don’t let your emotions escalate! Don’t

“But she shouldn’t have

her voice. Her face was deathly pale

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

did not hold back at all, especially when she recalled what the man

had any brains or

dressed hastily in ragged clothes and accompanied by

agony and despair echoing throughout. “What happened to you? The police told me… What am I supposed to do now?

at a funeral! I’m not dead yet! Your damned daughter is the one who did this to

life