The Unfaithful Mr. Scott novel (Eugene and Melanie)

Chapter 742

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Chapter 742 She pinned George down, spouting expletives as she punched him with her injured hand. Her bandages cuntied, and her bones looked strangely out of place, but Dylan did not react at all, as if she could not feel the pain. She was fully focused on beating up George.

“Is everything settled now?” Xander’s gentle voice cfrom the side. Melanie nodded and turned away from the ongoing brawl.

Yvonne was amazed. “Damn, if | didn’t know better, I'd think they were mortal enemies and not a married couple. They're really going all out.” The next second, Yvonne remembered that they were technically Melanie's parents and clammed up.

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“James brought them here separately, but they happened to bump into each other at the door,” Xander explained. Melanie's gaze shifted back to Dylan and George.

James and his men had forcefully broken up the fight. George's face was contorted with pain, one hand covering his ear as he knelt on the ground.

Dylan was forced back into the wheelchair. Her hair and clothes were a mess from the fight, but her gaze was as bloodthirsty as when they started. She continued to glare at George viciously.

It was only later that Melanie learned Dylan had actually bitten off one of George's ears during the fight.

Dylan did not emerge unscathed, either. George had broken her arm again just as it was about to start healing.

After they left the court, Yvonne and the others took Melanie out for a celebratory feast just like she promised.

Reny picked out a kebab joint, but Melanie did not eat "8 While Yvonne was still brimming with excitement, Melanie just felt tired.

The lively atmosphere in the store and the bursts of laughter around her proved to Melanie that it was well and truly over. They had actually won the case.

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Once reality finally began to sink in, Melanie felt her eyelids grow heavy. The weariness belatedly washed over.

She wanted to rest her face on her arms for a short nap, but- Melani When she woke up again, she was surrounded by white walls and the smell of disinfectant. Melanie blinked.

“Ah, you're finally awake!” Yvonne cried out next to her. “I'll call Xander. He's been worried sick for the past two days.” Melanie called after her. The moment she opened her mouth, she realized her voice was hoarse. “How long have | been asleep?” “Two days.” Yvonne poured her a glass of warm water and said helplessly, “That day, we were Chapter 74) celebrating at the kebal place when you fainted dead away! You have no idea how weared we were hack then.

Nander’s hands were trembling! “We took you to the hospital, and the doctor said you were just exhausted from all the chronic stress. That's why your body shut down once you finally began to relax. It was a biological reaction to ga you to rest,” “I'm sorry for the trouble,” Melanie said softly.

“What are you saying? We're friends, aren’t we? It's no trouble at all.” Yvonne beamed at her. “V’ll call Xander to buy you something light to eat,” Yvonne was swift and decisive as ever. She grabbed her phone and left as soon as she said that, Once she was gone, Melanie leaned back against the headboard and squinted out the window at the dazzling sunlight. Had it really been two days? It was true that her mind felt much clearer than before after that long rest. She also felt a little more relaxed.

She had been so busy with work and so worried about the lawsuit before that she had not been able to catch her breath. Now, she suddenly felt like lazing around for a bit.

She lay in bed, savoring the warmth of the sunlight on her body. Her lips curled into a smile, The door of the ward creaked open, Melanie thought that Yvonne was back, so she said in a lazy drawl, still smiling, “Back so soon?” The person at the door paused for a moment before asking in a low voice, “When did you wake up?” Melanie turned around and saw Eugene standing at the door, his expression impassive.

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