The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie’s voice was light, but it hit Eugene like a ton of bricks.

His pupils constricted, and his expression went blank for a moment. After a moment, his face was filled with indescribable emotions. He stood frozen to the ground, looking into Melanie’s lifeless eyes. It was as if a blade of ice had lodged itself into his heart.

It was cold. It was painful.

He slowly began to feel suffocated. His heart felt as if it was being squeezed by a pair of large hands. Every time he breathed, those hands would squeeze harder and harder until it hurt so much he could barely stand.

His vision began to blur. All he could see was Melanie’s pale face and dead eyes.

Melanie’s voice echoed in his head again. His baby was dead.

His baby.

Eugene’s cold and indifferent mask shattered. When he looked at Melanie, there was only helplessness and panic in his eyes as he realized what he was about to lose.

“Eugene.” Yvonne’s voice broke the silence. Her tone was sarcastic. “Don’t look like that now. Don’t you have any shame? To get rid of Melanie’s baby, your family even went as far as tampering with the medical report and tricking her into an abortion.

“So stop pretending you care. You disgust me. You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to Melanie!

Yvonne did not hold back her voice, standing protectively in front of Melanie’s bed like a mother hen.

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Eugene looked past her and at Melanie. Her lips were bloodless, and her long eyelashes drooped, hiding her eyes.

She just sat there, within arms‘ reach, but an uncrossable chasm had opened up between her and

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She stayed silent as a grave. Only the corners of her eyes were still wet, her tears piercing Eugene like

knives.

It was an hour later when Lee finally got Eugene’s call.

Eugene was standing under the huge old tree in the hospital yard. For some reason, Lee felt that his boss seemed different from before.

The bare branches above his head swayed. Even the tiny tender budding leaves could not lighten his

loneliness.

Melanie stayed in the hospital for three days. Yvonne came by every day.

Each time, she brought Melanie plenty of food and chattered about all the latest affairs. Of course, shẽ only said pleasant things and did not mention anything about Eugene or the Scotts.

Xander visited, too. In contrast to Yvonne’s incessant chatter, he usually just sat quietly beside Melanie’s bed. Sometimes, he would talk about the happenings at the studio or other things.

Liana and the others from the studio dropped by too, but Melanie was not in the mood to talk.

She daydreamed more often than before. They often caught her staring out of the window alone.

No one knew what she was thinking. They only watched as she became thinner day by day, and no one dared to mention the baby in front of her.

“Hey, when you came this morning, did you see him again? He probably hasn’t left yet. He’s been standing guard here for several nights in a row. He comes at ten o’clock sharp every night and leaves at eight in the morning.” The nurse who made rounds in the morning whispered as she came into the

ward.

Someone sighed. “I wonder whose family he is. He just waits outside every night, but he doesn’t actually go into any of the wards. I even saw him driving a Maybach the other day. Why is someone that rich staking out the hospital every day? It’s kind of giving me the creeps.”

Those words sparked another conversation outside the ward. Melanie just continued to lie in her bed and stare out of the window, as though she had not heard anything.

The nurse who had just spoken asked her gently, “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Melanie retracted her gaze and shook her head gently.