The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

At that moment, Melanie felt as if her feet were nailed to the ground. She wanted to move, but she could not. In the end, she heard Dylan calling her name hoarsely.

“Mel, quick! Take Peachie away!”

George, who had been punching Dylan relentlessly, suddenly stopped when he heard what she said. He turned his head to look at Melanie, and in his murky eyes, a ferocity gleamed.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He sneered at Melanie. “You're the bitch’s daughter, huh?”

Melanie snapped out of her stupor. She took a few steps back discreetly, but George had already shaken off Dylan and was marching toward her.

He was not a tall man, but he was strong and looked menacing. He spat on the ground and said, “You were lucky | couldn’t find you last time. Now that you’re here in the city, be quick and pay me back!”

His voice was loud, and coupled with Dylan’s wailing, they had attracted many onlookers. Melanie was practically cornered and could only watch as George approached her.

Trembling, she tried to sound calm as she replied, “I don’t owe you any money.

“Your mother and sister owe me money, so it’s your turn to pay! You have a wealthy man with you, right? Have him pay me!” George’s voice boomed, and Melanie’s head throbbed with pain.

She took a deep breath and replied, “Dylan is your wife, and Peachie is your daughter!”

“This wife and daughter of mine are just useless things that only cost me money!” George was very agitated. He raised his hand and pushed Melanie on the shoulder.

Melanie was feeling unwell to begin with, and when George shoved her, she stumbled backward. Luckily, there were many people behind her, and someone reached out to steady her just in time.

There was an intense smell of cigarettes wafting from George, and with him being so close, Melanie felt dizzy and nauseous. This was the first time in many years that she had been publicly confronted on the street, pointed at, and verbally abused.

The onlookers‘ gazes made her even more embarrassed. “Fuck, | told you to pay me back!” George’s tone became increasingly fierce. He moved to push Melanie again.

Without thinking, she instinctively used the bag containing her medicine to smack him in the face. “If you keep this up, I'll call the police!” she said coldly.

Her gaze abruptly fell on Dylan and Peachie. The little girl’s cries were heartwrenching, and Dylan was carefully checking her for injuries, not even sparing a glance for Melanie.

It was as if Dylan had forgotten that she had another daughter here, who was now entangled with George because of her. It was precisely because of this momentary distraction that George seized the

opportunity and grabbed her by the collar.

“What kind of trash are you? You’re just some wealthy man’s paid escort, yet you dare to hit me?” he said viciously.

After saying that, he lifted a hand up high, ready to slap her. The vast difference in strength between a man and a woman, coupled with Melanie’s physical discomfort, left her almost powerless to resist.

George’s hand descended, and Melanie instinctively closed her eyes. Her fingers curled into her palm tightly. However, the anticipated pain did not come. Instead, Melanie heard George’s irate voice as he said, “Damn it, it’s you again!”

Following that, Eugene’s cold voice followed. “Theodore, call the police.”

Melanie’s heart skipped a beat. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Eugene with a serious expression on his face and one hand gripping the wrist of the hand that was about to strike her.

Melanie was in shock, and Theodore did not look any better. He made a call and immediately roared sternly, “Let go, now!”

George realized then that he was in trouble and quickly released his grip on Melanie's collar. Looking at Eugene, he yelled, “Let go of me!”

Eugene’s dark eyes turned tranquil. He exerted a bit more force into his hand that was gripping George’s arm, and the man’s face became increasingly unpleasant. In the end, he was unable to endure it any longer and exclaimed in pain.