Dylan replied, “I’m at horne. Peachie just fell asleep.”
Melanie could hear footsteps as the woman spoke, indicating that she had likely left the room. She lowered her gaze and looked at the empty hotel room for a moment before calmly asking, “Do you have time? I’m in Hearth City and would like to meet you.”
“What?” Dylan was clearly surprised. “Why are you here in the city?”
Melanie tried to ignore the surprise and resistance in her tone. She replied indifferently, “I want to talk to you about Grandpa.”
“What’s there to talk about?” Dylan tried to evade the question. She did not seem eager to meet Melanie.
However, Melanie was unusually assertive and pressed, “Grandpa doesn’t have any more money. What are you trying to achieve by asking him for so much? Is it really for Peachie’s medical expenses, or is it because of that man?”
Dylan did not expect Melanie to be so direct. Just then, she heard Peachie crying in the background. She anxiously covered the phone while replying hastily, “I’m taking Peachie to the hospital to get medicine tomorrow. Come meet me then.”
With that, she hung up the phone. Melanie heard the beeping, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. She had heard Peachie crying and sensed the tension as well as worry in Dylan’s voice.
The weather in Hearth City was not as nice as the weather in Prime City. Melanie did not close the window and allowed the heat outside to invade the room.
The hospital was a bit of a distance from the hotel Melanie was staying at. The next morning, she flagged down a taxi and went to the hospital.
It had been several years since Melanie and Dylan last met, and Melanie had not expected Dylan to look so different. She was still a charming woman when she saw her a few years ago, but now, she was tanned and thin.
Her clothes were worn and dirty, and her messy hair was casually tied up. Peachie was also dressed in ill–fitting clothes, and her small face was pale without even a hint of color.
Dylan stood in front of Melanie, looking uneasy. “What do you want to say?”
Melanie frowned as she observed the bruises on Dylan’s face. Her expression gradually turned cold, and she questioned, “Did that man hit you?”
Dylan instinctively avoided Melanie’s gaze and stammered, “I accidentally bumped into something.”
Melanie did not have much to say to that. She looked at Peachie, who was supposed to be six years old yet looked thin and small. She was curled up in Dylan’s arms and scrutinizing Melanie curiously.
Melanie’s gaze flickered. She grabbed a piece of chocolate from her bag and handed it to Peachie. The little girl looked at Dylan, who shook her head at her. She then pushed the chocolate back to Melanie, saying, “Peachie can’t eat many things.”
With that, Melanie’s gaze fell on Dylan’s rough hands that were covered in many bruises.
Brows furrowed, she was about to speak when Dylan beat her to it. “Your grandfather’s money was all spent on Peachie’s medical treatment. She’s also his granddaughter.”
Melanie suddenly raised a brow as she looked at Dylan with some disbelief. Dylan turned her head away, avoiding Melanie’s gaze. “You have a good job and don’t lack money, but Peachie is only six years old. Mel, can’t you consider it as saving your sister’s life?”
There was a slight choking in her voice when she said that. Hearing her talk like this, Peachie immediately shrunk back into her arms and grabbed Dylan pitifully.
Melanie’s heart sank, and after a long pause, she cleared her throat. “Do you think I came here to blame you for getting Grandpa to spend money on Peachie?”
Dylan looked at Melanie. For a moment, she was stunned. Melanie clenched her hands tightly before speaking more softly, “You ask me for money, and I give it to you every time. But do you really use it for Peachie or have you been giving it to that man?
“You know this better than anyone else.”
“I…” Dylan hesitated.
“It’s been so many years since you came home, and Grandpa is worried about you. And now, you mingle with outsiders and deceive him of his money?”
Melanie could not express the complex emotions she was feeling. She had always thought that Dylan would at least remember that she was also her daughter, but in reality, Dylan only thought of her as Peachie’s competition for her grandfather’s money.