Chapter 234 What if I told you this is your child?
Molly was already frail. But to make things worse, Robert forced her to bend her knees until she was pressing against the car on her stomach.
Robert's bony hands went to his belt buckle and unfastened it.
Molly's face turned as pale as a sheet. She knew exactly what he intended to do.
Disgusted, she snapped, "Robert, isn't Quinn enough for you? Are you really this eager right after recovering?"
Robert chuckled mockingly, "This suits you. I don't want to be rough with her."
His words were a blatant insult.
Molly bit her lips until they turned deep red, feeling utterly humiliated.
Robert wasn't in a hurry. He held the back of her head with his large palms, squinting down at her. He pushed her head forward and said in a low voice, "Mr. Koch's fate in prison depends entirely on my mood."
When he discovered everything was a lie, his previous anxiety and worry made him feel even more ashamed. He almost forgot that beneath Molly's beautiful exterior lay the most potent poison. Even when she was subjugated, men were merely tools for her to use. It was infuriating that he almost fell into her trap again.
Such a hypocritical and calculating Molly would never speak any truth.
But even so, he was unwilling to let go. Even if it meant using coercion, he wanted to keep her within his grasp.
Robert didn't want to explain why it was so; he attributed it all to hatred. He hated Molly, who had once toyed with his genuine feelings, so he wanted to take his time to torment her.
During the process, Molly's eyelashes trembled lightly, and her body kept shaking. She kept her eyes tightly shut as she didn't want to appear so pitiful by shedding tears.
Robert, however, kept staring at her and suddenly commanded coldly, "Open your eyes!"
Molly had no choice but to open her eyes, to see all the horror of humanity before her.
Robert grabbed her hair and yanked it back, meeting her tear-filled eyes with an ambiguous chuckle.
"Take a good look at who your master is."
Molly's face flushed with a sickly red, and the hatred in her eyes surfaced, becoming tangible, which only excited Robert more as if his blood was boiling.
The feeling of having Molly, who once played and hurt him, now submit to him was far more satisfying than what they were doing.
The dual impact on his mind and body made Robert unable to control himself, reaching the peak of stimulation.
Afterward, Robert casually cleaned himself up and noticed Molly staring at the water in his hands.
He directly gulped down the remaining water, maliciously denying her the chance to clean herself.
Molly felt nauseous, feeling like her entire body was covered in his invading scent, which she couldn't get rid of.
Robert threw his coat over her. The cold scent of his cologne made Molly frown.
However, she had no choice but to put it on; otherwise, she was practically naked.
Then, Molly was dragged back into the car, and Robert drove off to an unknown destination.
The night was deep, and Molly's heart sank as she asked, "Where are you taking me? I want to go home."
Robert's tone was cold, like a knife stabbing her, as he said, "Abortion."
Molly exclaimed, "No. I don't want to."
Robert ignored her, his gaze chilling, and dialed a number. "Have everything set. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
They soon arrived at their destination and stopped the car.
Robert was quick. He rolled down the window and slowly lit a cigarette. "If you know what's good for you, go by yourself."
Molly felt deep fear. "Robert, you have no right to do this! This is my child!"
"Your child?" Robert's eyes were gloomy. "I'm not pushing you, but you have to choose between your child and your father."
Molly's face was full of pain; she couldn't give up any of them!
Molly tried to calm herself, but her voice was trembling as she said, "Robert, can you let me keep it? I want to give my parents some hope. It's true that I'm dying of cancer. I'm begging you. Take me for a check-up, or try more hospitals, and you'll have your answer."
Robert sneered, "you are so attached to this unborn bastard that you are willing to lie about having cancer to keep it."
Molly shook her head. "No, it's not like that. I'm not lying to you."
"Let me ask you, do you know Leonardo?" Robert questioned.
"Yes, but he..." Molly quickly answered.
Robert impatiently interrupted, "Is he your ex-boyfriend?"
Molly bit her lip and replied, "Yes."
Robert gave a cold smile and stopped wasting words with her. "Get out of the car!"
He would never let her deceive him again, making him look like a fool.
Molly grabbed Robert's arm tightly. "Listen to me, I never had anything with him. This child can't be his!"
Robert's thin lips coldly spat out, "If it's not his, it's another man's."
Robert would never let this child be born; it would be a great insult to him!
Moreover, he had just received a call from his assistant, Zack, which confirmed that the investigation was accurate.
The doctor was indeed in debt and received a sum after pretending to perform surgery on Molly, which came from the Koch Group's account. Harrison and Leah also confirmed it was just a stomach ulcer.
As for Leonardo, he was indeed Molly's ex-boyfriend, and people had seen him around Molly's house multiple times.
Every piece of information pointed to Molly lying. With irrefutable evidence, she still dared to argue.
Molly continued to defend herself, "I'm telling the truth, nor did I fake an illness to deceive you. Would you pity me if I died?"
The word "die" made Robert's brow twitch heavily!
The hard ice in his heart seemed to crack slightly.
Imagining her death gave him a splitting headache, cold sweat, and even an inexplicable fear.
Immediately, he dismissed all such thoughts. He never entertained unrealistic ideas.
Molly wouldn't die so easily!
He grabbed Molly's collar and snapped, "I warn you, you will die, only with my permission. Or else, I'll make your whole family die with you!"
Molly felt a dull, tearing pain in her heart. She knew that even in death, he wouldn't spare her family.
When a woman lost control of her life, could she still be called a human?
She was just a puppet, a breathing corpse.
Molly closed her eyes and said word by word, "What if I told you this is your child?"
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