Melanie was still in a bad mood when they arrived at the hotel. She did not notice that Eugene and Viola were still in a cold war.
She told them she was heading back to her room. She did not turn on the lights back in her room and sat there silently for some time before calling Dylan.
Dylan seemed to be busy. She was panting when she answered the call and did not notice the caller ID. She asked, “Who is this?”
“It’s me.” Melanie stood by the window, looking at the pouring rain outside. Dylan seemed startled to hear her voice and asked doubtfully, “Why are you calling me all of a sudden?”
Not many mothers would ask their daughters why they called.
Melanie lowered her eyelids as she faced the dark room. “Nothing. I want to ask about your current situation.”
Dylan stopped and seemed to be anxious. She spoke with caution, “It’s not that optimistic. Peachie was admitted to the hospital again.”
Melanie said nothing upon hearing her tone.
Dylan tried to probe Melanie’s condition. “Mel, how have you been doing recently?”
Melanie answered expressionlessly, “I’m on a business trip in Prime City.”
“Oh, business trip…” Dylan repeated before asking, “Can you transfer me some money? Peachie…”
“Her dad asked me for money,” Melanie interrupted Dylan.
She turned around and opened the window, letting the wind in as she asked, “Did you give him all the money I gave you before this?”
Dylan smiled bitterly as she tried to speak up for herself, “I didn’t have a choice.”
Melanie hung up the call, suddenly feeling helpless.
The money she gave Dylan was quite a hefty sum. She gave it to her because she felt Peachie was too young to suffer and Dylan was her mother, after all.
Melanie felt a headache striking her. Slowly, she got up and went to take a bath before going straight to bed.
She had no idea that Viola and Eugene were still in a cold war.
Viola felt wronged as Evelyn and Peyton had insulted her, yet Eugene did not speak up for her. He even agreed to Melanie’s act and asked her to leave.
She was his girlfriend, not/Melanie!
Viola’s grievances surged within her when she thought about Melanie.
She pondered with her head down. Seeing Eugene being nice to Melanie, the inferiority complex that had not struck for a long time reappeared.
Eugene was in his room, dealing with work. Viola walked over with her bare feet and stood at the door. She approached upon seeing no reaction from Eugene.
She squatted beside Eugene, hugged his waist, and sniffled as she asked, “Eugene, are you starting to dislike me?”
Eugene’s fingers that were typing on the keyboard froze as he said, “No.”
His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he did not even glance at her when he said that. Viola saw his expression and was unhappy, yet she dared not show it on her face. `After calming herself down, she looked at the screen and asked, “What are you doing?” “Nothing.” Eugene typed the last number and shut down the laptop before looking at Viola. His voice was gentle and deep. He sounded helpless as he said, “Don’t overthink. Aren’t you tired today? Sleep early.”
“I want you to sleep by my side,” Viola acted coquettishly as she hugged him.
Eugene froze for a moment before he patted her arm, comforting her, “I have to work.”
Viola bit her lip and muttered, “Why do you still have to work?”
However, she seemed to be afraid Eugene might misunderstand. She added, “Work is important, but so is your health.”