The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 

Melanie sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, her face devoid of color. She was not sure when the call on her phone was disconnected. 

Howard’s words echoed in her mind repeatedly, alternating with images of her grandfather lying in a hospital bed, tubes protruding from his body. 

Melanie’s throat felt as if it were being tightly squeezed. Even expelling a breath required a significant effort. Her face was cold to the touch, and she numbly reached up to caress her check when she felt some dampness. Was she crying? 

She stared at her moist fingertips and got lost in thought. Eugene was right. She had indeed thought too highly of herself, believing that she alone could move Eugene and improve her grandfather’s condition. 

How could that be possible? 

Melanie’s shoulders drooped, her long hair falling and obscuring her view and expression. She heard footsteps approaching her and smelled a familiar, cool scent mingled with disinfectant. It permeated her senses. 

“Thinking about getting your grandfather to undergo surgery?” Her body tensed when she heard Eugene’s cold and steady voice. 

His words lacked any emotion. Melanie slowly lifted her head and looked at him, a tear still clinging to the corner of her eye. When she raised her gaze to meet Eugene’s indifferent expression, she saw an emotion in his dark, inscrutable eyes that she could not quite understand. 

He looked down at her condescendingly. “Do you want to?” 

A moment passed, and Melanie’s bewildered mind slowly began to work before she hoarsely asked, “What are your conditions?” 

She stared at Eugene, her beautiful eyes devoid of their usual liveliness. They resembled a deep and unfathomable icy pool, calm and ripple–free. Eugene’s eyes narrowed slightly as he casually replied, “This is a problem for you to settle. Why do you think I’d help you?” 

Melanie’s face was already pale. When she heard what Eugene said, she showed no reaction and just continued to gaze at him. 

Eugene’s eyebrows twitched. He stared at her for a moment before reaching out to pinch Melanie’s chin. 

Calmly, he said, “I’m not a philanthropist, Melanie.” 

His fingertips were gentle, and there was a subtle force in the hand gripping Melanie’s chin. Melanie’s face was tilted upward with the force of his grip. She understood what Eugene was saying, 

He would help her, but the condition was that she had to satisfy him and make him willing to help her. 

After Eugene left, Melanie lingered alone in the corridor for a long time before returning to the ward to see her grandfather. She happened to witness the nurses turning him over and 

thought how he looked like a puppet being pushed around by them. 

He now spoke very indistinctly. Standing at the door, Melanie could only hear vague sounds of agreement. 

It was heart–wrenching to listen to.