Chapter 593 This Is My Name Card
“Calm down, Mrs. Winters. Based on my understanding of Amelia, I can assure you she’s not that kind of person. Besides, we’re talking about her brother. No matter how ruthless she is, she wouldn’t go so far as to hurt him. I can’t say the same for her husband, though…” June said, deliberately letting his voice trail off at the end.
Melanie immediately understood what June was trying to imply. “Are you saying Oscar wants to harm my son? But why would he do that when we’ve never offended him?”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about him, Mrs. Winters,” June replied with feigned concern. “The Clintons are very powerful in Tayhaven, and even the mayor has to show them respect. I heard that you and Mr. Winters snubbed him before, and knowing what he’s like, I must say he’s being very kind not to hold it against either of you.”
Melanie said nothing as she lowered her head.
“Mrs. Winters, I think you should be wary of Oscar. I’m telling you this for Spencer’s sake. Otherwise, it’d be too late for regrets when you lose him.”
Melanie suddenly looked up, gritting her teeth with a mother’s determination. “If anyone dares to hurt my child, I’ll fight them till the end!”
“I don’t mean to upset you, Mrs. Winters, but it’s difficult for an ordinary person like you to get close to Oscar. That said, you might be able to make use of the fact that you’re Amelia’s mother to do so. Here’s my name card. Come to me if you want to help. And if there’s anything you can’t figure out, feel free to give me a call,” June said as he took a name card out of his wallet and handed it to Melanie. When she accepted it, June perked up and smiled. “You can always look for me if you need any help, Mrs. Winters. Remember, Spencer’s health is at stake. You don’t want to lose him, do you?”
Melanie gripped the name card as she threw a skeptical glance at June. She seemed to have realized something, but at the same time, she didn’t want to believe it to be true.
“I-I’ll think about it,” Melanie mumbled, feeling somewhat dazed.
“You don’t have to come to me either, Mrs. Winters. But if that’s the case, who knows what will happen to Spencer? I hope you’ll think it over carefully,” June added, determined to scare Melanie further. “Well, I shall make a move first, Mrs. Winters. I won’t keep you any longer.”
As soon as June left, Dominic returned.
When he saw the name card in Melanie’s hand, Dominic frowned in puzzlement. “What’s that?”
Melanie snapped out of her daze and quickly kept the card. “It’s nothing.”
“Did Mr. Wick say something to you?”
Melanie’s stare instantly took on a glint of panic. “No, not at all. We were just having a casual chat. What else is there to talk about?”
Dominic continued to scrutinize his wife. After being married for more than a decade, he could detect even the most subtle changes in her.
“Melanie, I know you’re worried about our son, but we can’t resort to despicable means. Stay away from Mr. Wick, will you? He doesn’t look like a good person,” Dominic advised.
Melanie glared at her husband. “Have you been bribed by Amelia? Don’t you care if Spencer lives or dies?”
“Do you hear what you’re saying? Of course, I’m worried about our son’s condition! I don’t want you to be taken advantage of by those with ulterior motives.”
“It wouldn’t have to come to that if Spencer recovers,” Melanie snapped before storming into the ward.
Vexed and tired, Dominic raked his hands through his hair.
He had to choose between the adopted daughter he felt so much guilt for and his own son. Alas, no matter who he helped, he’d still be seen as a heartless b*stard by the other party.
Dominic sighed, once again feeling the urge to go for a smoke.
When Eva heard about Spencer’s condition worsening, her first thought was to find Amelia instead of heading to the hospital.
“Amelia, I heard Spencer’s illness has taken a turn for the worse. What happened? I was in Beshya for a business trip and only heard about the news when I came back. How is he? Is it bad?” Eva rambled on anxiously.
“Yes, the doctor said it looks rather serious. Mom doesn’t want me at the hospital, though. She insists that I’m all to blame for what happened. Anyway, can you help me check on my parents? Get them whatever they need, and I’ll pay you back later.”
Eva, however, was perplexed.
“Huh? It’s a fact that Spencer fell ill, and of course, his condition would worsen if the treatment failed. Why would Aunt Melanie blame you?” Eva asked. “Back when we were young, I know they used to blame you whenever things didn’t go their way. Is that what they’re doing now? How can they still be so selfish?”
Amelia quickly patted Eva’s hand to calm her down.
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