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!”
Although Dylan appeared frail, her time doing physical labor in Hearth City–especially caring for Peachie–had given her
considerable strength. She pulled Melanie without restraint as she dragged her forward forcefully.

Melanie felt like her hand was about to be torn off. The pain was so intense that half of her entire body became immobile. Cold
sweat covered her forehead, and her face turned as pale as paper.
Unable to bear the sight, the police officer next to them forcefully pulled Dylan away while whispering, “Don’t let your emotions
escalate! Don’t you see that she’s hurt as well? Do you think your man is the only one suffering? He fractured her bones!”
Dylan’s sobbing voice paused for a moment, and then she continued, “But she shouldn’t have been so ruthless! That’s a man’s
lifeblood!”
Melanie, enduring the pain, pinched herself hard on the leg with her other hand to 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 heartless and wicked one
between us?
“Did you not instruct George to come to Jepton? Do you know how he insulted Grandpa and you?” Melanie’s voice was filled
with anger. “You’ve degraded yourself so much that you insist on being with such a worthless man!”
Melanie was so furious she did not hold back at all, especially when she recalled what the man had said the night before. She
even wished she could slap him a few more times.
She then thought of Dylan. If the woman had any brains or conscience left, she would have stopped at this point.
Dylan arrived then, dressed hastily in ragged clothes and accompanied by a thinner–looking Peachie.
Dylan rushed straight into the hospital ward the moment 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 supposed to do?”
“You idiot, quit crying like you’re at a funeral! I’m not dead yet! Your damned daughter is the one who did this to me!

“Why is my life so miserable!”
Melanie sat in a chair outside, listening to the mixture of insults and cries coming from the hospital ward as she stared blankly at
the ward number. When Dylan arrived earlier, she did not even glance at her.
Ultimately, George was still more important to her, regardless if he was scum.
The commotion drew the attention of the people outside the hospital ward. Melanie started to feel her head throb from the noise.
Even her shoulder was aching again.
She turned to the police officer and asked, “Can I go home now?”
Before she could get an answer, the hospital ward door suddenly opened. Following that, Dylan’s slender figure rushed out like a
gust of wind. She stopped in front of Melanie and slapped her hard across the face.
Dylan cried bitterly, trembling as she pointed accusingly at Melanie. “How did I give birth to such a heartless and vicious
daughter like you?!”