The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

His hand trembled imperceptibly on the doorknob.

“Wait… Eugene?” a voice called out behind him. He turned to see Yvonne and Xander heading his way.

The fatigue and worry on Yvonne’s face disappeared the moment she saw Eugene. Instead, her expression turned sardonic. “What are you doing here? Is your precious Evelyn sick? Or is it your gem of a mother? Did you get lost and wind up at the wrong ward again?”

Eugene just looked at her wordlessly.

Yvonne took a deep breath and pointed in the direction of the exit. “Leave! What the hell are you doing here? You’re not welcome here! We don’t want to see you! This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Xander, get him out of here. It’s his fault Mel ended up like this!”

Yvonne’s voice broke, filled with tears. She tried her best to shove Eugene away, but no matter how she pushed, Eugene would not budge at all.

His gaze was fixed on the closed door of the ward.

“If you still have a heart, please leave. Now. Your family has caused her enough suffering as it is,” Xander said coldly as he pulled Yvonne back.

He stood off against Eugene, and neither of them gave in to the other.

Eugene’s gaze suddenly turned cold. He stared at Xander with open hostility. “What right do you have to say that?”

Xander’s gaze also turned icy. They stayed in a deadlock until the door of the ward suddenly swung open. A nurse stepped but, having just tended to Melanie, and she left the door open behind her.

Eugene looked over in an instant. The next second, his pupils constricted, and his body shook.

Melanie was sitting half–upright on the hospital bed. Her face was deathly pale, and her thin body seemed to drown in the wide hospital gown. Her forehead and neck were wrapped in gauze. There were pale pink bloodstains on her forehead.

She looked like death warmed over.

When she glanced toward the commotion at the door, there was only emptiness and confusion in her usually lively and beautiful eyes.

She looked dead and lifeless, like a desolate wasteland that had been left abandoned for centuries.

After just a single glance, Eugene was rooted to the ground.

His hands subconsciously clenched into fists. He wanted to say something, but his throat was tight. He could not speak.

Unexpectedly, Melanie broke the silence first. Her voice was so hoarse that he could barely make out

what she was saying.

“Why did you rush here so quickly?

“Are you that desperate to know if the baby is finally gone from your life?”

Her face was stiff and drawn. She spoke very slowly, every word like a knife stabbing into Eugene’s

heart.

“Then congratulations. Your wish has finally been fulfilled.”

Eugene looked at Melanie with his dark eyes. Her skin was sickly white, so fragile that she looked as if she might disappear at any moment.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, but he could not speak.

He stared at Melanie in silence. Melanie stared back at him until, eventually, a tear began to well up in the corner of her eyes.

That single tear became a cascade. She looked at Eugene, emotions finally boiling over in her gaze.

There was grief and self–deprecation, as well as a despair that Eugene could not deny.

Her voice was even hoarser now. “Eugene, your baby is dead.”