The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie remained rooted to the spot for a moment before she slowly nodded. “I see.”

She did not say anything else. Her lips were bloodless, and her gaze on Eugene gradually turned calm.

Melanie pursed her lips and said in a dry voice, “Sorry, | was overthinking.”

Eugene looked down at his phone and did not comment.

Amoment later, he looked up and asked, “Do you need me to send you back?”

He initially had other plans for the night, but Melanie was hurt. She had to go back to the hotel to rest.

Melanie knew what Eugene was like. If he really wanted to send her back to the hotel, he would not have asked like that. She moved her injured hand and said quietly, “No, | can call a cab.”

Eugene was about to say something when his phone rang. He glanced down and frowned. Melanie looked at his expression, stood still for a moment, then tactfully left.

She was not feeling well, so she walked very slowly. When she turned the corner, there was a bus stop, where she sat down to wait.

This was a business park, so everyone drove their personal cars here. Melanie was in no hurry to call a taxi. She sat on the bench and watched the cars pass by quietly.

She had been too impulsive, and she thought too highly of herself. She kept thinking that Eugene had not.changed. At the end of the day, however, everybody changes with time.

It was almost five o’clock by the time Mélanie got back to the hotel. Before she could even sit down, she received a call from Dylan.

Dylan had been contacting her very often lately. Thinking back to her own conjecture, Melanie took her phone to the balcony. There were some things she wanted to ask her mother.

However, when the call went through, it was not Dylan’s voice on the other side at all.

“Are you Dylan Lancaster’s daughter?” asked a man bluntly. His voice was impatient and rough.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Melanie’s face hardened. “Who are you?”

“I'm her man! Your mother owes me 100,000 dollars. Time for you to pay up!”

Melanie’s hand trembled around her phone. Her voice was cold with anger as she said, “Put her on the phone.”

The man snorted. “She took that good-for—hing waste of money to the hospital. Your name is Melanie, right? As her daughter, you should pay for your mother’s debt. Hurry up, I’m in a rush!”

Melanie calmed down. “She’s your wife now, and Peachie is your daughter. If she’s spending Chapter 96

your money on your daughter’s medical fees, | don’t consider that a debt.”

“Shut your trap! She’s the one who gave birth to that piece of trash, and now they’re burning through my savings!” There was no talking sense to the man. He just kept raising his voice.” I’m not gonna waste my breath on you. Dylan said that you're raking in the money, aren’t you? If you don’t pay up, I’ll go to her old man instead! Maybe the old man should pay for his daughter’s debt!”

The moment the man mentioned her grandfather, Melanie’s expression contorted even further.

Her grandfather was a lifelong educator with perfect manners, and his heart was weak now that he was older. If he was subjected to this man’s shameless ranting, he might actually burst a blood vessel.

The man on the other end launched into another tirade of curses when Melanie did not reply for a while. Annoyed, Melanie hung up on him.

However, the man’s clamoring voice continued to echo in her ears. Melanie was worried that he might actually go through with his threat, but she did not know how to break the news to her grandfather.

Although her grandfather had not mentioned anything about his daughter all these years, Melanie had accidentally stumbled across him staring dazedly at her mother’s photo a few times.

Melanie pinched the space between her eyebrows. No matter what, Dylan was still her mother.

Even though she had not done much as a mother, Melanie could still remember the sight of Dylan cooking in the kitchen every day when she came home from school, back when Melanie was much younger.

Back then, Dylan would bring Melanie a plate of cut fruits whenever she heard her daughter coming in through the door. She would gently tell the girl, “Wait a minute, okay? Dinner will be ready soon.”