The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

By the time Melanie found Yvonne, she was pale, shaken, and on the verge of tears.

Melanie’s voice was shaking, too. “Where’s Merry?”

Yvonne fell to her knees and burst into tears. “It was Timothy! He stole Merry from me!”

Both Melanie and Eugene went pale. Melanie felt a wave of dizziness and almost lost her footing. She stumbled half a step back before Eugene caught her.

Eugène did not look pleased, either. His voice was low and hard. “Why would Timothy take Merry?”

“I don’t know, either. He asked me where Melanie was and said he wanted to take Merry out to play. He snatched her from my arms!” Yvonne was terrified. Timothy looked at Merry as he would a pet.

Melanie closed her eyes. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf. She shoved Eugene aside and said, I’ll go look for her. Do you have Timothy’s contact? He must be doing this to get back at me.

However, she did not get far before Eugene stopped her, holding her arm with a vice–like grip. His voice was tense as a wire. “Do you know where he is right now?”

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Melanie looked at him. It was very hard for her to keep her calm right now. She tried to break free from his grip with all her strength, her voice hoarse as she roared, “Let go of me! have to find my daughter. I’m the one who pissed him off. It has nothing to do with her!”

“But you have to know where he is first.” Eugene still did not let go. He took out his phone with his other hand and quickly called Simon.

Melanie slowly stopped struggling. She knew he was right, but there was still fear in her eyes.

She could not imagine what she would do if anything happened to Merry.

Her lost, dazed expression sent ripples through Eugene’s dark eyes. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Simon picked up in an instant, telling them that Timothy was heading to Autumn Hill. It was a nearby mountain with winding roads that made it very popular for rich young racers.

When Melanie heard that Timothy was taking Merry there, all she could think was that he truly was

insane.

By the time they reached Autumn Hill, they could hear Merry’s crying for a mile away, mixed amidst the laughter and cursing of a gang of young people.

Timothy was leaning against a convertible racecar, smoking. The wind blew his second–hand smoke into Merry’s face.

Someone said, “Why’d you bring this kid here to a race, Tim? You’re scaring the shit out of her.”

Timothy just shrugged. “Hey, I’m starting her young.”

Melanie’s heart leaped into her throat. She practically sprinted to the car.

When she saw Merry crying herself hoarse from her tight restraint in the passenger seat, she nearly

went mad with rage.

She took a deep breath and shoved her way through the crowd, striding toward the car. Throwing all caution to the winds, she pushed Timothy away and then bent down to undo Merry’s safety belt. ” Shh. It’s alright, baby. Mommy’s here.”

Merry would not stop crying. Melanie kept comforting her as she fumbled with the safety belt, but Merry’s obvious terror got to her too. Her eyes started to turn red, tears blurring her vision. She could not undo the belt no matter how hard she tried.

“Damn it, it’s you again! Bitch!” Timothy came back to her senses and glared at Melanie, even lifting his leg to kick her!

Before he could reach her, though, a bottle of water smashed into his leg. He gasped and cursed from the pain. “Fuck!”

“Timothy Harmon, this is Jepton, not Nava. If you’re that desperate to leave this place, I don’t mind sending you home.” Eugene’s voice was cold and authoritative, his gaze icy.

Timothy was not particularly close with Eugene. He had mostly tried to get closer to Eugene through Simon, who had warned him countless times not to get on Eugene’s bad side.

When he met Eugene’s gaze, he slowly woke up from his murderous rage.