Chapter 212 It's Just a Matter of Time for You to Go To Hell
The moment the door swung open, a crowd had witnessed Molly gripping Quinn's throat, her admission hanging heavy in the air that she had intentionally harmed her. If Quinn pressed charges, Molly would have surely landed behind bars!
Yet, that wasn't the scenario Robert had in mind. He opted to allow Quinn to unleash her wrath and then release the grip.
His mind in disarray, he rationalized that it would be far more intriguing to personally torture Molly if she faced imprisonment.
The collapse of the Kochs was merely the initial move; Molly's parents were safe and sound, while the tragedy that befell the Perot family left both his parents deceased. Despite his wealth and influence, he could no longer serve them in the way he desired.
He brushed off Molly’s pallid countenance, convincing himself that she was a hypocrite, a chronic deceiver, a complete sham, unworthy of any pity.
Furthermore, in his most trying times abroad, he had even contended with dogs for sustenance. The hardships Molly endured paled in comparison to his own struggles!
However, Molly burst into laughter. "You expect me to bow down to her?! Robert, you've got quite the imagination!"
On the yacht, she had knelt not out of subservience but out of duty to salvage the Koch Group. Now that the Koch Group had crumbled, what did she have left to lose?
Quinn seized Robert's arm, her fury palpable. "Robert, she confessed it herself! I extended a gesture of goodwill by visiting her, and not only did she try to end me, but she also threatened your life! Hurry, lock up this lunatic!"
Molly recoiled at Quinn's duplicitous remarks.
"Hahaha! Such generosity! How kind of you to drop by and confess your partnership in dismantling me, driving the Kochs into bankruptcy. You’re a real saint, Quinn, suggesting I prepare my parents' funerals!"
Quinn's expression shifted, almost conceding. "What nonsense are you talking about? I never said that; you're slandering me!"
She had just entered the elite social circles of Northfield and couldn't stand the idea of such vulgar rumors spreading around.
Molly simply refused to engage, shooting daggers with her eyes instead. "God knows all that dirty laundry you're hiding, and you're headed straight to hell soon."
Quinn reached her breaking point, taking a swift step forward with her hand raised high. She delivered not one, but two stinging slaps to Molly, drawing blood from her lip.
"Bitch!"
Quinn, not content with just harsh words, moved to strike again, but a firm grip halted her mid-air. She turned to find Robert's stern expression.
"Enough! Let's get out of here," he commanded.
Quinn's expression soured instantly, tears welling up. "Robert, are you seriously just letting this criminal walk?"
Robert's once-charming face turned icy. "Drop it. Now's not the time."
Quinn couldn't believe it; she was nearly strangled, and he was brushing it off.
She fumed, stomping her foot, and then with a smug grin she added, "Oh, by the way, heard your old man's also here in the hospital. Seems like folks are hounding him for cash, causing quite the scene. Looks like he's on the verge of getting booted out."
At this revelation, Molly bolted out of the room.
There was a shift in Robert's demeanor at the news, an urge to chase after her despite being confined to his wheelchair.
Quinn wasn't about to let Robert leave her side, grasping his hand urgently. "Robert, my neck's killing me, and I'm feeling light-headed from her choking. We need to see a doctor."
Whenever she felt under the weather, Robert never hesitated to support her. This time was no exception. Robert paused and inquired, "Can you walk or should Zack fetch a wheelchair?"
Quinn smirked inwardly; obviously, a dizzy person couldn't manage a stroll.
Putting on a flirtatious act, she replied, "I don't think so."
Robert beckoned for Zack, who promptly wheeled in the chair. Turning to the assistant, Robert asked, "Where's my cane?"
Zack fetched a sleek black cane with gold accents, a bespoke piece that exuded sophistication.
Opting for the cane over the wheelchair, Robert rose gracefully with the golden dragon head cane in hand, looking striking in his black suit.
Quinn marveled; she certainly knew how to pick a man. Even a cane perfected his look!
Robert directed Zack, "Take Quinn for a thorough check-up."
Surprised, Quinn questioned, "Aren't you coming with me, Robert?"
With a gentle pat on her head, Robert explained, "I've got something to attend to. Behave, get checked, and rest up."
And with that, he briskly exited.
Behind him, Quinn's expression contorted in frustration, biting her lip until it bled. Perhaps he had overheard her plans and feared for Molly's safety.
'What a curse! She's nothing but trouble!' Quinn seethed inwardly.
But she wasn't about to let Molly off lightly.
A wicked grin played on Quinn's lips as she silently swore, 'Molly, I'll ensure your downfall is humiliating and devastating after you've lost it all.'
Meanwhile, Molly hurried to Harrison's room.
The space was already packed with familiar faces—relatives who had once sought their favor, now all gathered here. Their once obsequious faces now contorted in arrogance, a stark departure from their former sycophantic demeanor.
Molly's heart sank as she spotted her father, Harrison, struggling for breath on the bed.
Her mother, Leah, knelt on the ground, imploring them, "He's not well. Please, leave him be. Can we discuss this outside?"
Instantly, fury erupted, filling the room with a cacophony of heated exchanges.
"How can you afford hospital bills but not pay us back? Why is he still here?"
"Yeah, if you can't settle the debt, he's out on the streets!"
An overweight woman, incensed, seized Leah's hair, reaching for her earrings.
Molly, driven to the brink, lunged at the woman, yelling, "Hands off my mom!"
But her intervention came too late; the woman viciously tore Leah's ear, leaving two gory slashes, a gruesome sight for Molly.
The pain she could endure, but witnessing her mother's suffering tore at her soul like a blade.
Breath caught in her throat, every moment a torment.
"NO!" Molly's cry rang out, a heart-wrenching lament.
Yet the onlookers, aware only of the Koch Group's collapse and their lost investments, remained devoid of empathy. Forgotten were the coercive tactics used to pressure Harrison into selling the shares at rock-bottom prices.
In the throng, a voice cut through the chaos, "Don't feign innocence. You think this absolves you of your debts?"
"It's all on Molly. If she hadn't been so stubborn, we wouldn't be facing the Koch family's ruin!"
Immediately, anger erupted among the crowd. Hair pulled, clothes torn—Molly was treated like a stray, her dignity discarded.
Leah, overwhelmed, collapsed in a faint of rage. Then, a phone came hurtling towards Molly's forehead. The impact split her fair skin open, blood cascading down, obscuring her vision.
"Enough. Cease this at once!"
A commanding voice sliced through the pandemonium, bringing a hush over the seething mass.
Through the crimson haze, Molly made out a man striding towards her with a cane, radiating a potent aura of fury.
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