Chapter 232 Your Child?
Robert's dark eyes were as sharp as a blade, slicing through Molly's tattered clothes.
He crouched down, his cold fingers brushing over her bruised skin, then suddenly pressed hard.
Molly cried out, her face pale as a sheet.
Robert didn't let go. "So eager for sex you leave the door open?" he said coldly.
Molly knew Robert well enough to sense he was on the edge of violence, suppressing some unknown fury.
Her heart tightened, and just as she was about to explain, Leonardo, who had been kicked away, suddenly rushed over.
Leonardo, overestimating himself, stood protectively in front of Molly. "Molly is my woman; I won't let you touch her!"
Robert raised an eyebrow, a dark smile playing on his lips. "Your woman?"
The ruthlessness in Robert's every move made Leonardo's legs tremble, but thinking of the benefits, he forced himself to meet Robert's gaze.
"Yes! Molly is my woman, and she's carrying my child. You can't touch her!"
"Your child? I can't touch her?" Robert repeated, laughing mockingly.
Only Molly sensed how terrifying that laugh was. She pushed Leonardo hard, cursing, "Nonsense; when did I get pregnant with your child?"
Leonardo, feeling wronged, said, "Molly, I know you're mad at me. The child needs a complete family; you can't let the child be born without a father! Don't worry; no matter how many men you've slept with, I don't mind. I know this child is definitely mine!"
Leonardo spoke with such sincerity it was as if he were truly a good man who didn't care about anything.
Molly instantly realized Leonardo must have been bribed to frame her.
"Leonardo, who sent you to slander me?" she demanded angrily.
"Molly, are you saying this because you're scared?" Leonardo patted her back, comforting her, "Don't be afraid; I'm here."
Molly felt so disgusted she wanted to tear apart Leonardo's face.
Robert couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up swiftly, his fists clenching with a cracking sound, and then suddenly punched.
Leonardo spat out two bloody front teeth.
Robert got on one knee, gripping Leonardo's jaw, and punched his face fiercely.
He turned Leonardo's mouth into a bloody mess, half of his face looking like a bloody maw.
Leonardo was barely breathing, as if he were about to die.
Molly rushed to grab Robert's arm, stopping him, "Stop."
If he died, how could she clear her name?
Even though she tried to stop him, Robert's face became even more violent. He swung his arm, and Molly was thrown to the edge of the sofa.
Seeing she was about to hit the sofa leg, Molly instinctively protected her belly, leaning forward, her back arching. Her spine hit the sofa hard.
Molly heard a crisp snap, and pain split through her back. She didn't know if it was broken.
Molly gasped in pain but was grateful she didn't hit her belly.
Seeing her protect her lower abdomen so fiercely, Robert's pupils turned blood-red like a demon.
"Molly, are you afraid Leonardo will die?"
Robert suddenly turned around, his blood-stained hand gripping Molly's throat, pressing her hard against the sofa.
"Are you so empty and shameless? Huh? Can't any man in Northfield satisfy you, so you find this guy and even have a kid with him!"
Robert's voice was dark and cold, his whole body exuding a chilling aura, making everything around him feel lifeless.
The cold froze Molly, her limbs stiff.
She tried to pry Robert's wrist to breathe, struggling to speak, "No, it's not what you think; he stormed in and tore my clothes..."
The rest of the words stuck in her throat, her face turning an abnormal purple-red, her lungs feeling like they were about to burst, the air becoming thinner and thinner.
Robert hated betrayal more than anything.
Anything marked with his name couldn't be touched by anyone else, even if he got tired of it one day and threw it away.
And Robert had been betrayed by Molly more than once!
Thinking of Molly being with another man behind his back, a raging fire burned in his chest, making him want to burn Molly along with it.
Molly saw heavy shadows before her eyes, her chest aching, her neck hurting, her whole body feeling like it no longer belonged to her.
She felt that at this moment, Robert really wanted to kill her! Was this the end? Would the child die with her too?
Molly's consciousness drifted, tears rolling down from her beautiful eyes, falling straight onto Robert's blood-stained hand.
Molly didn't want to cry; she didn't want to show any sign of weakness in front of this cold-blooded Robert.
However, at the last moment, she could no longer control her tears, letting them flow freely.
How ridiculous! She had tried so hard to live, but in the end, she would leave with a tarnished reputation!
In the next life, she only wished never to meet Robert again.
Suddenly, the iron grip on her neck disappeared.
Robert's cold, hard face was left with only disgust. "Letting you die like this is too easy!"
Molly finally could breathe, inhaling too quickly, the cold air choking her, making her cough uncontrollably.
Molly's body curled up, each cough feeling like it would expel her organs.
Finally, a large mouthful of blood spewed from Molly's mouth.
The blood contained brown clots, which didn't look like something a healthy person would spit out.
Molly seemed drained by that mouthful of blood, her whole body swaying.
Robert's heart suddenly trembled, instinctively reaching out to catch her.
But before he could touch her, the bloodied Leonardo on the ground suddenly rushed up.
Leonardo shouted anxiously, "Molly, are you okay? Is our child okay?"
Instantly, a murderous look flashed in Robert's eyes with an intense and murderous intent.
Leonardo was kicked away by Robert, slamming hard against the wall.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he groaned, passing out.
Robert looked down at the curled-up Molly, sneering, "You're a good actress; you know how to spit blood. It seems you've gotten addicted to pretending to be sick?"
Molly's body was extremely weak, while she was just catching her breath and hearing Robert's words; she was stunned for two seconds, and then spoke with difficulty, "Pretending to be sick?"
"Molly, you used your stomach ulcer to deceive me into thinking you had cancer just to buy time to raise money so your father wouldn't go to jail, right!"
Robert's dark eyes were sinister, his voice cold. "Fifty million dollars, how many men did you sleep with to get it? And the child in your belly is still alive. You're quite good!"
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