Chapter 109 A Moment of Panic
Molly curled up on the ground, enduring the pain and refusing to cry out. She couldn't help but think that just yesterday, she was at someone else's party, mocking others as arrogant mistresses, and today, she herself has become a mistress whom everyone shouts and beats.
Molly was the worst kind; she even looked down on herself. She couldn't escape from Robert, so she had to accept the humiliation he had brought to her. For a moment, she thought that death would be more blissful than being shackled.
Someone pulled her arms away from her head, exposing her face to the light, and someone took a picture of her naked and beaten with their phone. Molly finally saw the hateful gazes of those people, and Quinn was standing behind them, shaking a room card in her hand.
Molly understood everything. It was the room card Robert gave Quinn for her to vent her anger, which was how Robert humiliated Molly.
Suddenly, someone smashed a vase on Molly. In an instant, Molly's glamorous face was cut by the shattered vase, and blood seeped out from her shoulder and face. This scene stunned everyone. Everyone looked at the person who smashed the vase, and that person was also stunned, saying, "I didn't mean to..."
The pain was so intense that Molly's reaction was much slower. She sat up in a daze and touched her face with her hand, which was soon covered by blood. It hurt so much.
She was really in pain. Someone exclaimed, pushing the person who smashed the vase and said, "Are you trying to kill her?"
At this time, the crowd was separated. A tall and straight figure strode over, and Molly saw the man's deep eyes and lips that were pursed tight at the moment. Half of her face was covered with blood, and she suddenly smiled. But that smile pulled the torn wound. Her face twisted in pain.
She said word by word, difficult and painful, "Robert, why are you doing this to me?" She had never done something unfair to him, so she didn’t understand why he did this to her. The severe pain throughout her body evaporated Molly's last bit of consciousness, and she closed her eyes and collapsed.
Robert caught her. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the person in his hand was like being soaked in blood. The bright red color stained his suit. Robert bent as if there were a thousand pounds in his hand.
He put his suit on her, held her up, and kicked a woman in front of him. The woman was about to cry out but was deterred by the sharp light in Robert's eyes. She shut up.
Quinn's face was pale. "Robert, it has nothing to do with me. I didn't know they would do this. I'm so scared…"
Robert spat out two words coldly. "Get out." Suddenly, Quinn's face turned pale as paper!
Robert held Molly and rushed to the underground parking lot, fixing Molly on the seat. Looking at her pale face, he said anxiously, "Molly, wake up. Hold on. I will take you to the hospital."
Molly leaned softly on the seat without any response. Robert's heart was gripped by worry, and there was a moment of panic in his heart. He drove at the fastest speed to the hospital.
In the hospital, Molly lay on the operating table. She woke up. The anesthesia had not worked yet. She could clearly feel the doctor using tweezers to pick out the shattered porcelain from the wound.
Every time the doctor picked a piece, it would cause great pain to her. She couldn't speak. The cold sweat on her forehead kept falling. When it flew to her wound, she would clench her hands in pain.
The smooth and fair back was cut with countless wounds, and the doctor was also a woman, and there was pity in her eyes. The cut from the cheekbone to the temple was worse. It would leave scars.
The anesthetic gradually took effect, and Molly, in a daze, seemed to return to that summer. She was still the little princess cherished by her parents. She was still that happy girl with good girlfriends and a young boy who loved her deeply.
The boy would be shy when he looked at her more and would blush when he kissed her. When Molly was pushed out, the anesthetic had taken effect. She was sleeping very peacefully, and her left face was covered with thick gauze.
Her face was very small, so the gauze almost covered half of her face. It looks a bit shocking. Robert asked the doctor, "Will it leave a scar on her face?"
The doctor looked at Robert, and there was a contemptuous look in her eyes. She thought, ‘As expected, men only care about women’s faces. The wounds on this female patient's back and arms are much worse than that on her face.
"According to the current situation, it is very likely to leave scars. Psychological counseling for patients should not be ignored." The doctor reminded me.
If it weren't for the hospital leader’s order, she would have called the police. These injuries do not look like accidents. She was sure others beat Molly.
At midnight, the effect of the anesthetic was gone. Molly was still a little unconscious. She whispered, "Mom, it hurts..."
Her call awakened Robert, and he came over to check.
Molly curled up, her eyebrows furrowed. Her face was full of tears. She mumbled vaguely. Robert called the doctor over, and the doctor shook her head and said there was no way to use analgesics, which were harmful to the body and not recommended.
Robert let the doctor go out. He lay on the bed, gently stroking Molly’s hair, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. He hadn't coaxed anyone for many years.
When he first started dating Molly, she was a strong woman who didn't need him to coax her with sweet talks. Later, his life was a mess. Women avoided him, and he was in no mood to flirt with them.
But at this moment, seeing Molly lie there weakly and pitifully, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. He held her in his arms as if they had returned to the time when they first met. Molly was well-proportioned. She was plump and sexy.
But now, she was thin. Robert thought, ‘When did she lose so much weight?’ Later, Robert also fell asleep.
It was the first time Molly and Robert had laid peacefully in the same bed. At dawn, Robert woke up suddenly. When he saw himself holding Molly, his eyes showed a rare bewildered look.
He got off the bed, feeling that he was not sober enough. He thought he shouldn't be like that. He hated Molly. He shouldn't pity her. He pulled the door open and went out, poured a handful of cold water to himself in an attempt to get sober. That done, he stood alone in the smoking area.
"Robert." A coquettish call came from behind.
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