Chapter 235 What Makes You Think You can Have My Child?
Robert had always dreamed of Molly having his child.
Back when they were madly in love, Molly had often whispered in his ear, "Robert, I want to have your baby!"
Then, of course, they'd practice making that dream a reality.
But they were still in college, broke, and not ready for a kid. So, they used contraception and promised to have a baby after graduation. That day never came.
Years later, hearing those words again, Robert felt nothing but sarcasm and jealousy.
He was jealous because Molly cherished this child, fathered by another man, so much that she couldn't let it go.
Robert gripped Molly's jaw tightly and said coldly, "Molly, I made sure you took those pills every time. How did you get pregnant with my child?"
Molly felt like her jaw was about to break, tears welling up as she explained, "I threw up the pills."
A few times after sex, she had thrown up the pills.
She was always vomiting back then, thinking it was just indigestion, not knowing she had stomach cancer.
"Molly, you really went to great lengths for this child." Robert sneered, "Tell me why you threw up. Did you really want to get pregnant with my child?"
Molly's lips moved, about to speak, when Robert violently jerked her chin, slamming half her face onto the seat.
Robert's expression was cold and ruthless. "Even if this child were mine, you're still getting an abortion! What makes you think you can have my child?"
Robert would never admit that the words "his child" had once again moved his heart.
He was determined not to be deceived by Molly again and decided to extinguish any chance of it.
His child? How dare she say that! If it weren't for the conclusive evidence that Molly was lying, he might have been fooled again.
Molly was so vicious, thinking she had found a way to manipulate him, just like when she lied about still loving him.
Did she think she could deceive him again? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Robert's eyes were filled with a heavy blood mist. "I'm telling you, you're getting an abortion today!"
His words were absolute, just as Molly had guessed.
Robert wouldn't keep this child, even if it were his.
So, even when he knew the child's father was his, it would only make him more determined to get rid of it!
Robert had already started pulling Molly out of the car. He grabbed her waist and pulled her down, but Molly somehow managed to catch a knife and fiercely stabbed Robert.
She aimed at his neck, the most fatal spot.
Robert's eyes flashed with a cold light, and when it was just 0.4 inches from his neck, he caught the knife with his bare hands.
Robert gritted his teeth. "You want to kill me for a child?"
Molly's forehead was covered in sweat as she desperately pushed the knife forward, but that 0.4 inches felt like the distance between heaven and earth.
Her frail, sick body was no match for the strong and healthy Robert.
Robert's eyes were dark and sinister as he stared at Molly. "You want to kill me and run off with your man?"
Now he believed Molly was born to be a vicious woman.
He should have let her feed the fish back then instead of jumping in to save her.
Robert's face was cold and grim, like a demon from hell, but Molly was fearless.
She was already at a dead end; weakness and submission would only make her life more miserable.
Molly gritted her teeth in hatred. "Robert, I don't just want to kill you. I want you to die a horrible death, your body left in the wild, your bones chewed by wild dogs!"
Her vicious curse echoed in Robert's mind. The thought that she hated him so deeply for the sake of this child and her man drove him mad.
Robert was consumed with rage, wanting to skin and dismember the damned Molly.
The next second, Molly watched as Robert's bloody hands slid along the knife's edge until he grabbed her wrist, holding the knife.
With a face as expressionless as a demon, Robert broke Molly's wrist.
The knife fell to the ground.
Molly opened her mouth in anguish, her right hand hanging limply, the bone broken so painfully that even crying out didn't lessen the pain.
The pain extended deep into her heart.
Robert's palm had been cut by the blade, blood running out, but he didn't care. Instead, he used his bloody hand to lift Molly's chin, speaking each word coldly, "Since you don't want an abortion, we'll find another way."
Robert buckled her seatbelt and drove away from the clinic.
Soon, they stopped at a club. Robert dragged Molly out of the car and stormed into a private room.
Inside were several strong, burly men.
Robert threw Molly onto the floor like a corpse, then slumped onto the sofa, his long legs propped on the glass table. He tossed a large stack of cash onto the table and lazily said, "Take good care of this lady. As long as she enjoys herself, you can split this money!"
These bodyguards had never encountered such a good deal in all their years. Money and a woman to play with. It was a perfect job.
Instantly, Molly's face turned ashen.
Robert had completely lost his mind.
Molly knew how ruthless he could be, but she never thought he would find several men to gangbang her.
These men, like hungry wolves, surrounded her, each with a malicious smile.
Molly staggered back, but there was a wall behind her. She was cornered.
She grabbed a wine bottle, flailing, "Go away. Don't touch me, please. Go away."
However, her pleading was answered with their mad guffaw.
Even if Molly were in perfect health, she couldn't fight any of these men, let alone now with a broken hand and weak legs.
What could help her to beat them? A wine bottle?
Molly felt overwhelmed with humiliation as if she had fallen into the deepest hell with no light in sight.
Robert, sitting above, coldly watched Molly's ridiculous self-defense, his raging anger still not alleviated.
Damn it. Robert found his chest even tighter.
He just wanted to scare Molly, making her submit, obedient, and compliant to him.
He wanted Molly to get on her knees to beg for an abortion.
If Molly did it, he might even let bygones be bygones and let it go no matter how many men she had slept with.
As long as he had the means to control her, even if it meant chaining her up, at least she wouldn't be able to sleep with other men in that way.
Robert's handsome face was clouded with gloom, growing more and more irritated.
He thought to himself, 'These clueless idiots, are they blind? Didn't I say this is to scare her? Why are they getting so close? And shame on you, Molly. What a naked, shameless bitch!'
Just as Robert was about to lose control, he heard a loud crash.
Molly had smashed the wine bottle, shards of glass scattering. She picked up a sharp piece and pressed it against her neck's artery.
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