The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 668

Howard’s last few words were enunciated so clearly it was as if he were implying something deeper.

Melanie could not help but glance at him, only to see him sigh and shake his head silently.

Unable to stand it any longer, Gaston reached out and slapped the table. He said loudly, “Melanie, you’re such an ungrateful daughter. Do you think Howard is doing this for anyone else? It’s all for you.

“As for his affair in Jepton, do you think we don’t know about it? Howard was genuinely afraid of you being mistreated, but what did you do? You went with someone else and even distanced yourself from

him.”

Gaston’s indignation was palpable as he looked at Melanie with anger.

Melanie’s fingers curled slightly while looking back at Howard, her emotions fluctuating.

Howard knew about Viola. It meant that he had gone to Jepton for an investigation. Whether he had investigated Eugene or her, however, was hard to say.

Gaston sighed again, lamenting to the people around him, “Parents always worry about their children, but their worry doesn’t always get repaid.”

seem like Melanie had done something wrong to Howard. Even the two women who had shown a bit

their meal turned sour. However, he could not say anything to Eugene

“Mr. Smith, the younger generation will do right on their own. You don’t need to worry too much.”

smile. “You’re right, Mr. Walsh. She’s just my daughter, after all. What parent

so easily?”

glass as if having come to a decision. He looked at Melanie. He sighed heavily but said nothing, portraying the image of a caring father

drop the topic. They thought the

gaze fell on Eugene and Melanie as he chuckled softly. “Mr. Scott is indeed an outstanding man. It’s normal that he would have several people by his side. I heard that he’s the most sought–after in Jepton.”

it’s normal to have

in Matthew’s gaze as he redirected it back.

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is now with Harvey. We met

known among those in the Oskon market,

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looked at Eugene again. His jet–black hair seemed soft. His eyes, bright as obsidian, were meaningful as he warned him, “Since Mr. Smith

way you