The Unfaithful Mr. Scott ( Mela5nie Smith ) Chapter 423

Chapter 423

“Melanie, did I say too much?” Viola’s voice interrupted Melanie’s thoughts.

Melanie’s jaw tightened for a moment before she reigned in the indifference on her face. She replied, “You’ve already said all the things that you should’ve and shouldn’t have said. What difference does it make now?”

A strange expression flickered on Viola’s face. She instinctively turned to look at Eugene.

Eugene did not look at her. Instead, he picked up Peachie’s medical record from the cabinet next to the bed, flipped through a couple of pages, and then put it back.

The cold and imposing aura emanating from him was somewhat intimidating. Peachie shrank under the blanket with her eyes fixed on him.

After a moment, he slowly looked up at Melanie. There was not much emotion in his deep and meaningful gaze as he watched her quietly.

Melanie’s heart sank. Without letting her emotions show on her face, she met Eugene’s gaze and asked, “Do you also want to teach me how to get along with my sister, Mr. Scott?”

She had particularly emphasized the way she said ‘Mr. Scott‘. It was a show of her discomfort.

Viola’s gentle words had been delivered with a hidden edge, and it was her attempt at provoking the situation. Unfortunately, Melanie did not have evidence at the moment.

Meanwhile, Melanie was composed on the surface, but her thoughts were roiling underneath. Her eyes appeared colder than usual.

Eugene’s deep and steady voice sounded in a seemingly casual manner. “Have I taught you so little?”

Melanie furrowed her brows and saw him sneer next. “Of all the things I’ve taught you, what have you mastered?

“I brought you to Hearth City to handle the mess George left. Instead, you’re causing even more trouble.”

Eugene’s dark pupils reflected Melanie’s face. His lips parted as he said lightly, “You can’t even handle your family matters properly, and now you feel like the whole world is treating you unfairly? Melanie, you really place yourself on a high pedestal.”

Although his tone was calm, there was a casual condescension in his words.

Melanie felt as if the air had been ripped from her lungs.

Eugene was an astute person. From the short conversation between Melanie and Viola, he had already deduced what Melanie was thinking and sided with Viola. He also took the opportunity to mock and ridicule Melanie.

The embarrassment of being slapped in the face made Melanie clench her fists slightly. Still, she kept her eyes on him, her inherent stubbornness stopping her from lowering her gaze.

After a while, she shifted her gaze to Viola, who was beside him.

Viola was looking at Eugene. Though not obvious, there was a hint of a smile in her eyes.

“Eugene, don’t say it like that,” she coaxed him softly.

Viola looked up, smiled at Melanie, and said in a manner that seemed like she was trying to console her, “Melanie, please don’t mind him. That’s just how he talks.”

Melanie’s expression turned cold. Viola’s words were clearly implying that she was in the

wrong.

There were other patients in the ward, and conversation buzzed around them. Melanie closed her eyes, took a small breath, and said nothing more.

Arguing over these matters without evidence was pointless. Without evidence, everything she said would be wrong, and she would be unjustly accusing Viola.