The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322 

“I’m…” Dylan muttered. 

Melanie did not press her. She just waited quietly for her to speak. 

A long time passed before Dylan said, “He’s actually very good to me, and he didn’t make any big mistakes. Why divorce him?” 

Melanie was not bothered despite her answer. This was Dylan’s own choice, and she had asked her about it again and again. There was no need for Melanie to give any more advice now. Dylan was simply asking for it. 

Calmly, Melanie replied, “I’ll send you the money. Remember what you said before and don’t appear in front of me again in the future. Don’t contact me again either.” 

There was nothing bystanders could do to pull up those who were willing to let themselves sink. This was because they were already one and the same with the mud. If they continued to pull, they would only make themselves miserable instead. 

Melanie was surprisingly calm after she ended the call. 

If she had heard Dylan’s words just a little earlier, she would have been furious. Now, she could just turn a blind eye to it. Perhaps she no longer had the energy to cling to things that did not belong to her. 

No one could stop those who sought death. 

Peachie’s face crossed Melanie’s mind, and she pursed her lips. She hoped Dylan would not actually be stupid enough to really let George sell her. 

After sitting still in the car for some time, Melanie drove to the nearest bank. The amount promised was quite large and could only be transferred at the bank. 

Melanie originally had hundreds of thousands in her account. With the money LeapCo transferred over two days ago, she was left with enough to pay for her grandfather’s medical expenses for a period of time even after making the transfer to Dylan. 

Melanie took care of things at the bank and went to the hospital. 

Her grandfather was doing pretty well today too. Dr. Wells had found a set of sterile protective clothing for Melanie to change into so that she could go in and visit the man. 

The old man had woken up. There was no one else accompanying him except a nurse who was watching over him inside. 

He was still wounded from the surgery, and when Melanie saw the old man’s grayish pallor, she felt sad. She sat down by the bed but did not dare to touch her grandfather. She could only call out to him softly, “Grandpa, it’s me, Mel.” 

The old man slowly turned to look at her. As he was slowly recovering, his once–distorted facial features were slowly improving. 

He opened his mouth and responded hoarsely, “Mel… 

Melanie did not dare let him speak. She could not talk too loudly either and softly relayed what had happened recently to her grandfather. 

For example, the house in the North district, work, and how things were going along. She only mentioned the good things to put her grandfather at ease.