The Unfaithful Mr. Scott (Melanie and Eugene) novel Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Melanie could not hold it back and dashed out with her mouth covered.

She felt better without the fishy smell assailing her nostrils in the washroom.

When she returned to the private room, her face still looked pale. Moreover, the fishy smell in the room was stronger, making her feel nauseous again.

“Mel, are you alright?” When Henry saw her pale face, he stood up. “Come on. Let’s go to the hospital.”

Melanie wanted to refuse, but the smell was unbearable. She did not like eating fish, and the fishy smell now felt worse. She could not even speak.

Clara helped her. Melanie felt better when they left the restaurant and got into the car.

After feeling better, she said, “I am fine. I have been busy at work and did not rest enough. That’s why the fishy smell made me nauseous.”

“Fishy smell made you feel nauseous?” Clara glanced at her from the front passenger’s seat.

“Yes.”

Henry felt sorry for Melanie. “You should have told me, and we wouldn’t have ordered the fish.”

Clara said, “Let’s go to the hospital no matter what. After all, staying up late is bad for one’s health. Young people have to rest well, too.”

Henry agreed. “Yes. It’s better to undergo a body check-up.”

Melanie wanted to reject their kind offer, but Clara said, “Henry will be worried.”

The driver drove them to Jepton Hospital. Clara contacted the doctor Henry had been visiting.

Even though Melanje was reluctant, she could only cooperate.

The doctor glanced at the report and lifted his eyebrow when it was out. “You seemed to have come to the wrong department.”

Melanie froze. “Everything is normal.”

“The baby…” Henry hesitated and sighed a few times before asking, “Who’s the father of this baby?”

Melanie looked at the ground and said nothing.

Henry’s eyes lost their glow, and his hand on the walking stick trembled. He moved his lips, wanting to say something but could not.

Melanie was holding the medical slip, and her drooping eyelids covered the emotion in her eyes. 

Looking at Melanie meaningfully, Clara asked, “Is Eugene the father?”

Melanie’s body stiffened as her tightened grip crumpled the papers.

She lifted her head slowly and looked at Clara. “Not him.”