Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 219 You Don’t Even Spare Your Own Daughter

Chapter 219: Chapter 219 You Don’t Even Spare Your Own Daughter

Melissa Greenwood quickly hung up the phone.

She hadn’t expected to encounter Brooks Parker as soon as she returned to the States.

She thought... that incident, with Eliana Reed dead, Cooper Coldson would never find out, but now, she had run into Brooks Parker again.

What should she do?

She could tell Brooks Parker hated her to the core, and she was really scared.

"Melissa?" Cooper’s voice came from behind her, "What’s wrong? You look so pale."

"It’s nothing, probably just jet lag. I should rest more," Melissa Greenwood muted her phone and put it away.

"You don’t really need to stay with me in the office; go meet up with old friends and get some rest at the hotel if you’re tired," Cooper didn’t really want Melissa by his side.

"I care about you." Melissa Greenwood cooed, hooking her arm through Cooper’s, "Don’t worry, I’ll rest if I get tired."

They entered the office together; Cooper worked while Melissa sat beside him reading magazines.

After a while, a secretary knocked and entered.

"What is it?" Cooper looked up.

"Mr. President, there’s someone on the first floor looking for Miss Greenwood," the secretary looked towards Melissa.

Melissa immediately guessed who it was and jumped to her feet.

"A friend of yours?" Cooper asked, puzzled.

"Oh dear, look at my memory, I had arranged a meeting and forgot," Melissa mumbled awkwardly, tugging at the corners of her mouth, "Cooper, I need to step out."

"Go on, be careful," Cooper quickly immersed himself back in his work.

Once out of the office, Melissa immediately asked the secretary, "The person looking for me... is it a gentleman?"

The secretary shook her head, "It seems to be a young lady."

"Oh, then it might be my friend’s sister," Melissa laughed dryly and hurried downstairs.

Soon, she met the young lady, who looked like a college student.

The two awkwardly walked out of the office building, and the young lady immediately pointed towards a nearby small park, "A gentleman said he wants to meet you, he’s waiting for you over there in the park."

"Thank you," Melissa handed a ten-dollar tip to the young woman.

She breathed a sigh of relief, meeting in the park was safer—less likely to be spotted by prying eyes.

She hurried to the park.

However, after arriving at the small park, Melissa searched everywhere but couldn’t find Brooks Parker.

She was about to call him when she heard a chilling chuckle behind her.

Startled, she dropped her phone and scurried away, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The figure before her looked like a homeless man, his face dirty under the moonlight, unrecognizable.

Brooks Parker stepped closer.

Melissa immediately backed away, "Don’t come any closer, or I’ll scream."

"Go on, scream louder, better yet call that new man of yours too," Brooks Parker hissed through clenched teeth, "I’d love for him to see just how ruthless of a bitch you really are."

Melissa’s eyes widened in shock; the voice was familiar yet unbelievable.

She leaned in to get a better look at the homeless man, then gasped, "You... you’re Brooks Parker?"

How could this be?

Melissa could hardly believe it. How had the scholarly, dignified Brooks Parker turned into a homeless man before her?

Brooks Parker stepped forward and suddenly grabbed Melissa’s throat, "That’s right, surprised? You took all my documents; couldn’t you guess what would become of me?"

His grip tightened, Melissa struggled to breathe, "Or did you rather wish that I had already died in the streets?"

"No, that’s not what I..." Melissa struggled desperately but was no match for Brooks Parker, and she was being slowly strangled.

"Melissa Greenwood, I’ve been wise for over two decades, how did I ever get fooled by such a skank like you?" Brooks Parker glared, inches from Melissa’s face, "Melissa Greenwood, worse than a beast, even wishing death upon me! What about your daughter, then?"

His eyes, bloodshot with hatred, looked terrifying, "Even animals don’t eat their young; you can’t even spare your own daughter!"

He threw Melissa onto the ground.

"Cough, cough..." Melissa coughed violently as she gasped for air.

She knew, without documents, Brooks couldn’t get far here, especially not with a daughter in tow.

She had thought they were already dead.

Daughter?

That wasn’t her daughter, but a stain in her life, one monumental mistake she should never have made.

But clearly, Brooks didn’t feel that way, and Melissa needed to calm this man down, not provoke him.

Realizing all this, Melissa started to sob softly, "My daughter, my flesh and blood, do you think I really don’t care? Woowoo..."

"Enough with your pretense," Brooks scoffed dismissively, "You vanished days after giving birth, she didn’t even taste your milk, how could you care about her?"

"How could I not care, why else would I come back?" Melissa wept, looking desperately at Brooks, "I came back to find you and together."

"Ha, ha, ha..." Brooks laughed bitterly, "Melissa Greenwood, now you lie without even a draft, who kept hanging up on me, saying never again? You think I’d believe you?"

"Brother Brooks, hear me out," Melissa stood, gripping Brooks’s sleeve passionately, "You saw, on the day I came back at the airport, I wasn’t alone."

"My husband, Cooper Coldson, came too."

Brooks furrowed his brows, having been of the same school, he was well aware of who Cooper was.

Melissa continued, "You should have heard of him back in school; if he knew I had a child with you, neither you nor the child would survive."

"I said I wouldn’t see you because I didn’t want to endanger you both," Melissa’s eyes welled with tears, "I thought I’d secure some money for you first, set everything up, and then go see you and our daughter, really, believe me."

Brooks squinted, silent.

His life had been ruined by Melissa; of course, he couldn’t bear to trust her again.

Yet, what Melissa was saying seemed plausible.

He spoke coldly, "What are you planning to do about May? You’re not going to acknowledge her?"

"May?"

Brooks shifted his gaze awkwardly. In those initial days, holding on to memories of Melissa, he had named their daughter Eloise Parker, with May as a nickname, but as he discovered that Melissa took all his savings, all his documents, he utterly lost hope and grew to hate her.

Every time he involuntarily called out May’s name during his less lucid moments, he was driven to frantically hurt Little May.

Melissa quickly realized that May was the child’s name.

She felt supreme disdain. This man was pitifully foolish and miserable, thoroughly played by her, and deserved it!