The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Eugene moved his hand a little. He looked pale and very ill.

He asked again, “Do you need anything? I’ll get it for you before leaving.”

Melanie glanced at him, then shifted her gaze to the ward door. She said nothing more.

Eugene watched her protruded cheekbone and her curly eyelashes, feeling sad.

He placed the book closer to Melanie and stared at her for a while before turning around and leaving.

Just as he reached the ward door, he heard a movement behind him and instinctively looked back.

He saw Melanie picking up the book he had just put down. His pupils quivered, but Melanie had already put the book into the cabinet before he could react.

Eugene calmed down.

Closing the door to the ward, he headed back to his ward.

Gastric hemorrhage was painful, but just now, he forgot all about the pain. Instead, there was an indescribable sense of oppression and loss.

“Where did you go?” Just as he entered his ward, he heard Stella’s voice.

Eugene raised an eyebrow. “Why are you here?”

“Why am I here?” Stella’s voice was instantly raised by a pitch. She stared coldly at Eugene, calming herself before saying, “I have something to ask you.

“I heard you took the initiative to contact the Hel family. Why did you do that? Don’t you know they’ve been waiting for you to take the initiative?!”

Stella’s sharp gaze was fixed on Eugene, her eyes cold as she sneered. “Is it because of Melanie? Are you blinded by her current appearance-”

Before she could finish speaking, Eugene raised his head. His gaze fell on Stella, like the deep sea in the middle of the night. There was only boundless darkness.

He asked, “Are you done?”

Stella was initially shocked, but her anger surged again. However, before she could speak, Eugene snapped, “Leave if you’re done!”

Anger brewed inside Stella when she left. It was worse than when she came.

“What happened? When I walked in, I ran into Mrs. Scott. She looked furious,” a calm voice came

from the doorway. Simon leaned against the door. “I heard you drank with the old men from the Hel family until you had a gastric hemorrhage. So, I came to visit.”

Eugene only asked, “What’s the matter?” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

As soon as he spoke, Simon was taken aback. “Why does your voice sound like this?”

Eugene’s voice was hoarse, clearly damaged.

Without answering, Eugene raised his eyebrows. Simon sat opposite him, looking thoughtful.

After a moment, he finally chuckled before speaking, “No wonder you asked me to investigate the hospital. I just said a couple of things and your reaction is quite significant. So, it is your baby,”

Leaning back, he asked Eugene, “What do you plan to do? Melanie has already had a miscarriage. What’s your opinion on that?”

Simon’s question had a somewhat malicious intent. Since Melanie’s accident, their friends had witnessed Eugene’s changes.

Especially with a wide range of information sources, Simon could better perceive what Eugene was preparing to do.

However, he was puzzled by one thing. “You’re feeling so uncomfortable now. It makes me feel quite conflicted. Your attitude toward Melanie before wasn’t like this.”

He continued, “You’ve never treated Melanie like this before. At least that’s not what I remember.”

The only response he got was silence.

He looked at Eugene. In his impression, Eugene had always been the role model among them- capable, confident, and detached. He was always cool and aloof.

He had always thought that Eugene was just playing around with Melanie.

It rained heavily in the evening, and the ward windows were left open, letting the cold wind seep in.

Melanie’s sleep was not peaceful. In fact, she had not been sleeping well during her stay in the hospital.