The Unfaithful Mr. Scott

Yvonne seemed to think of something after saying that and let out a sigh. She added, “What’s so good about him? He’s just a scumbag, not like Xander.”

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After their meal, Melanie initially wanted to go back to the hospital, but Yvonne forced her into the car and took her back to the villa.

The moment Yvonne sent her there, she answered a call and left in a hurry. The door of the villa opened from the inside, and Xander’s deep voice sounded. “You’re back?” “Yeah,” she answered. A moment later, she asked, “You sent Yvonne to the hospital for me?”

Xander looked at her, expression unchanging. He nodded slightly. “I planned on going over in the afternoon, but my client suddenly had an issue and | couldn’t leave.”

“| know. | shouldn’t trouble you guys either.” Melanie moved to enter the door. Reny and the others were there in the living room. She said hello and then went back to her room to rest.

Xander followed her into the house. Reny was a little surprised and asked him, “What's wrong with Melanie? She doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”

Xander’s gaze lowered. “She might be tired,” he answered after a moment.

Melanie was indeed tired, but she could not sleep when she got into bed after showering. She was not thinking about anything. She just lay in bed, staring at nothing.

She was still unable to sleep even when it was already the latter half of the night. Thus, Melanie got up and packed her luggage. The house in the North district had been repaired and renovated. She could move in anytime.

When she went to the hospital the next day, Dr. Wells told her that her grandfather had shown no adverse reactions the night before. She could now rest assured.

He only needed to stay in the ICU for a few more days for observation. Once everything was fine, he could be transferred to the general ward.

As expected, Melanie was not allowed to go into the ICU, but Dr. Wells‘ words reassured her.

No one had come to see her grandfather during the time he was admitted. Only Dr. Lawrence from the nursing home came a few times.

Melanie had decided that she would not send him back to the nursing home again after this and immediately told Dr. Lawrence her plan.

Dr. Lawrence was a little embarrassed. He said, “But didn’t you already pay for the second half of the year?”

Melanie frowned slightly, “When did | do that?” She had settled the previous expenses quarterly, but since her grandfather was hospitalized, she had not paid for the next quarter.

Dr. Lawrence took out his phone and scrolled through it. “I have a screenshot of the record. The money was transferred a few days ago.”

He pulled out a screenshot and showed it to Melanie. Sure enough, it showed proof of transfer. Her grandfather’s fees for the second half of the year had been paid in advance.

The nursing home fees were not low. It was a six-figure amount.

Melanie’s expression darkened as she looked at the account from which the transfer was made.

She was too familiar with this account. It was LeapCo’s account.

Who else could the person behind the transfer be other than Eugene?

Melanie lowered her gaze, shielding the complicated thoughts in her eyes from view. She was silent for a moment before saying, “Sorry, Dr. Lawrence. | have something to deal with. I’ll explain it to you later. Could you send me this screenshot?”

Even after arriving at the hospital parking lot, Melanie was at a loss. What was Eugene thinking?

Sitting in the driver’s seat, she looked at the screen of her phone as she made a call. Her eyes were solemn.