The Unfaithful Mr. Scott Novel novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 

George gritted his teeth and stepped toward Melanie menacingly. “Taught me a lesson, huh? I’ll show you a lesson! You bitch, you’d rather show filial piety to that old man with all that money rather than your father!” 

Hearing him repeatedly refer to himself as her father fueled the anger that had been simmering within Melanie. However, her rationality prevailed. She knew that confronting George head–on would bring nothing good. 

She discreetly took two steps back, cautiously preparing for the possibility that George might suddenly become violent. Despite this, she replied in an unfriendly tone, “Don’t compare yourself to my grandfather. Dylan is undeserving, and you’re even less so.” 

George’s face had completely darkened. His habitual alcohol abuse made him prone to sudden bursts of anger. 

He sneered, his words dripping with venom. “Do you know why that old man is lingering on the edge of death? It’s his damnation! Your mother is a bitch, your father is a scoundrel, and your grandfather is reaping what he sowed! 

“It’s his fault for bringing that witch into this world and bringing calamity onto me!” 

The vulgar and disgusting words that came out of George’s mouth targeted not only Dylan but also Melanie’s grandfather. 

Melanie’s bottom line was her grandfather. She practically cast aside all reason and delivered a resounding slap across George’s face. This slap was fueled with all her might, leaving Melanie trembling with anger. 

George’s head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. His lips, stained with the taste of rust, were bleeding from the impact. 

He turned back to look at her with a murderous glare, his voice now hoarse and terrifying like that of a demon unleashed from hell. 

“You bitch! You dare to hit me? You’re fucking asking to die!” 

His rage escalated with each word, and the last word out of his mouth was practically a roar. How could Melanie, a woman, hope to stand against a man driven by such intense emotions? Unfortunately, there was no one passing by them at the moment. Melanie wanted to call for security but realized that George’s fist was already descending toward her face! 

She instinctively dodged, but the fist that contained the man’s hatred connected heavily with her shoulder. It felt as if her bones were being crushed. Melanie was in so much pain that she could not even manage to make a sound. 

However, George did not stop. Instead, he grabbed Melanie’s hair and tried to drag her to the side. 

Though in excruciating pain, Melanie managed to react. She bent down to avoid George, then kicked him hard between the legs. Holding her shoulder, she ran into the lobby with a pale face. 

She had put everything she had into that kick. George burst out with profanities as he lay on 

the ground, moaning and clutching the injured area. 

Melanie’s face was sheet -white. In addition to the physical pain, her heart was gripped with fear. She glanced back at George, who was still lying on the ground with a contorted expression. 

Forcing herself to stay calm, Melanie took out her phone to call the police. As soon as she brought out her phone, she suddenly heard a ding from the elevator behind her. It was followed by the opening of its doors. 

The sound of footsteps made by leather shoes echoed in the silent hospital lobby in a particularly distinct fashion.