Chapter 236 I'm Dying
Everyone was startled by Molly's actions.
They just wanted it to seem real, enjoy the view of this beauty, and get paid, but they didn't want any accidents.
Molly's beautiful, glassy eyes were devoid of any light at this moment.
She looked at the cold-hearted Robert and said coldly, "Robert, regarding your family, my father's mistake was making a selfish decision for his only daughter and breaking off the engagement to protect me from living a difficult life with you. I hated him for it, didn't understand him, and even went on hunger strikes to go against him."
"But in the end, he did it all for his daughter. Is that a crime he has to pay with his life? Did our family murder your parents? Why do you want to exterminate us? Just because of that ridiculous, unfounded accusation that I might have fooled you and deceived you?" she accused, "Fine, let's say it's true. Let's say I did it all. Today, I'll atone for my death; is that enough?"
After saying that, Molly, without any hesitation, mustered all her strength and aimed the glass shard at her neck.
The bottle was kicked to the wall.
Her rarely used left hand was ultimately slower than Robert's kick.
With one kick, Molly felt a sharp pain in her wrist.
In the end, even the hope of dying was taken away.
"Everyone, get out."
"Everyone, get out." Robert roared fiercely.
Those men naturally didn't dare disobey and retreated respectfully.
Robert pinned her broken body against the wall, shouting angrily, "Molly, you won't even listen to me if it means dying, will you? Didn't I tell you, you will die, only with my permission, huh?"
Molly's hands were too weak to lift, hanging lifelessly.
Yes, she had forgotten again; she needed his permission to die.
She didn't even have the freedom to control her own life.
Molly laughed, a beautiful yet eerie laugh. "Robert, with your permission or not, it's true that my body can't hold on much longer. You can throw all your hatred at me; I'm dying."
At this moment, Molly envied death immensely. Wouldn't death be a relief?
Dying. She said it again she was dying again. Robert sneered. Molly must wish she could carve that on her forehead to remind him.
What, did she want his pity?
Then why couldn't she obey, not go against his wishes, and stop lying and acting?
Although Robert didn't believe Molly would die, every time he heard it from her mouth, his heart would uncontrollably tremble.
But Robert thought the reason he felt this way must be because he didn't want her to die too easily; he hadn't yet vented his hatred.
Moreover, this might be another scheme from the cunning Molly, and he wouldn't fall for it.
Robert gripped her shoulders, harder and harder, "Molly, don't think you can fool me with these little tricks. Do you think I'm still the same Robert who would only listen to you?"
Molly let out a laugh, a mocking one. "The old Robert is long gone. You're just a demon possessing his body."
Molly laughed maniacally, her stomach cramping from the laughter.
The more Robert looked, the more annoyed he became. He grabbed her waist, lifted one of her legs high, pressing her body onto the wall, and said coldly, "It seems you aren't tired enough, leaving you so much energy to defy me."
Molly was too weak to cover herself, her hands hanging. She glared with hatred. "Robert, you bastard."
Robert sneered, "Aren't you the one who wants sex? I was only out for two or three days, and you couldn't wait to cheat on me. I'm just satisfying your needs."
Molly's pale lips moved, but she realized reasoning with Robert wouldn't work.
Robert's wolf-like eyes stared at Molly's smooth neck, his thick tongue finding the rapidly pulsing artery and sucking hard.
Molly's body convulsed uncontrollably, tears of pain streaming down. That was an artery; a bit more force could be fatal.
At this moment, Robert was like a demon, leaning over her and whispering in her ear, "Don't worry; I'll make sure you never want another man."
His hand reached down, feeling Molly's warmth. Only at this moment did he think Molly was alive.
Her body was warm and burning, making him lose control.
Molly's hair hung messily, wet tears clinging to her crow-feather-like lashes, her whole body like a fish stripped of its scales on a chopping board, struggling in vain.
Just as he was about to proceed, there was a knock on the door.
Robert shouted coldly, "Go away."
Outside the door was Zack, who nervously reported, "Mr. Perot, Ms. Cane is sick. Please come over."
For the first time, Molly felt like Quinn was a savior, rescuing her.
Robert wanted to continue, but his phone kept vibrating.
He punched the wall behind her, forcibly stopping his actions.
But Molly's luck didn't last long. Robert got dressed, threw a coat over her, and took her with him.
The car stopped at a villa Robert had bought for Quinn.
Unexpectedly, Quinn was waiting at the door, looking pale and sickly.
Seeing Robert, Quinn immediately threw herself into his arms, crying, "You havn't returned for so long."
Robert patted her head gently, "I'm here now."
Quinn, sharp-eyed, immediately noticed someone else in the car. Her face turned cold seeing Molly still intact, the child not aborted.
Unhappy, Quinn said, "Robert, you brought Molly here?"
Robert, for some reason, didn't hide it and nodded.
Quinn asked, "Why?"
"Aren't you sick? I brought her to serve you."
Robert glanced at the car coldly. "Get out."
The real reason he didn't say was that he worried that she would attempt to end her life again if she was not around him.
Molly slowly got out of the car, thinking Robert's mind must be a bit off.
Robert didn't care, holding Quinn as they entered the elevator, leaving Molly no choice but to catch up.
Inside, Quinn kissed Robert's chin, seemingly on purpose to show it to Molly.
Robert dropped the keys, feeling the need to wash off the scent of another woman, and went straight to shower.
In the living room, only Quinn and Molly were left.
Quinn, raising her chin, ordered Molly, "Go peel some fruit for me."
Molly obediently went to the kitchen, took out a fruit knife, and clumsily peeled it with her left hand. After arranging the fruit on a plate, she brought it to the living room and placed it in front of Quinn.
Quinn didn't eat, instead mocking Molly, "Didn't Robert tell you to serve me? Why the long face? Get on your knees and feed me."
Molly knew Robert brought her here to humiliate her in front of Quinn.
Molly, thinking quickly, took a fruit fork, got on one knee before Quinn, and smiled, "All right, I'll feed you."
As the fruit neared Quinn's mouth, Molly suddenly stood up, locking Quinn's neck with her arms, and aimed the small fork at her carotid artery.
"Ah! Robert! Help!" Quinn screamed, bringing out Robert, who was only wrapped in a towel.
Molly looked at Robert and said clearly, "Give me the contract, the original, and all copies, now."
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