The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Melanie calmed down slightly and looked at Eugene. “How did you get the news?”

“William said Cedric went after you two,” Eugene replied hoarsely.

“Yeah.” Melanie looked at Meredith and said dryly, “Thank you.”

If it were not for Eugene’s arrival, Cedric would not have let them off. Who knew what he might have done to Meredith?

Eugene felt a bitterness in his heart when he heard what Melanie said. “It’s my fault.” It was because of him that Melanie and Meredith were in danger. If it were not for him, Cedric and William would not have focused their attention on them. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

He raised his gaze to the top floor of the hotel, a cold gleam passing through his eyes as his lips tightened for a moment. The hostility that had just receded surged again.

Meredith’s abrupt sobs interrupted his thoughts. He looked over and noted that her face had turned pink as she gripped Melanie’s clothes uneasily. Melanie tried to comfort her, but Meredith looked like she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Eugene’s heart constricted, and he subconsciously reached out to touch Meredith’s head. He did not dare to be too rough. His palm barely touched the top of the little girl’s head as he was afraid of frightening her.

Inevitably, a few strands of hair on Meredith’s head came in contact with his palm. They were so soft, so soft that Eugene found it somewhat unreal.

Meredith unexpectedly sensed his touch and lifted her head. Her eyes were clear and innocent as she stared at Eugene expectantly.

Eugene felt like he could not breathe at that moment. It was the first time he had made eye contact with Meredith since he found out she was his biological daughter. It was the first time he sensed the wonder that came with another life in the world sharing his

blood.

He had never really looked at Meredith properly before but had heard from the elders and Simon that she looked a lot like him. He thought Meredith resembled Melanie more, though. Her eyes especially looked exactly like Melanie’s–lively and beautiful.

Eugene’s hand trembled as it rested on Meredith’s head. He failed to notice that Meredith, who had been crying earlier, had stopped crying and was staring at him.

It was not until Melanie’s phone suddenly rang that Eugene’s thoughts were interrupted. Yvonne was the one calling. “Are you okay? I’m on my way to the hotel. I was thinking I’d call the police immediately if I couldn’t reach you.

“Cedric didn’t do anything to you guys, did he? I called Stephen, but he’s in Oskon.”

Yvonne sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Melanie briefly explained what had happened to calm her down.

After finally hanging up the phone, Melanie heard Eugene say, “Let’s go to the hospital first. I’ll take you back to the hotel after that.”

Meredith had gone through a scare, so Melanie did not refuse. Meredith went through an examination at the hospital. Eugene then brought Melanie into another ward and said, You got a wound on your hand.”

Melanie had a bruise on her wrist from when she accidentally bumped into something while trying to avoid the bodyguards earlier. However, she had not noticed it herself and did not feel anything until Eugene mentioned it. She felt the dull ache now that he did.

However, it was not a serious injury and was just a minor bump. “I don’t need medication. It’ll be fine in a couple of days.”

“You injured your wrist before in a car accident. You also injured this arm several times. You should be more careful,” Eugene said, not allowing her to argue as he pulled her into

the ward.

Melanie was carrying Meredith and could not apply medication herself. Eugene stood beside her awkwardly for a moment before furrowing his brows and tentatively offering, “Let me carry her first.”

”

Melanie was somewhat reluctant, but since the doctor was urging her, she had no choice but to hand Meredith over to him. Eugene had no idea how to carry a child, though. The moment Meredith was in his arms, he stiffened up immediately. He did not dare grip her too tight, nor did he dare let go. He looked like a stone statue.