Chapter 237 Her Last Chance to Save Her Family
Robert's face was icy and sharp, totally caught off guard that Molly, even with a broken hand, could still take Quinn hostage.
He had underestimated Molly's cunning and regretted letting his guard down.
"Molly, I'm not saying it again. Let Quinn go."
Robert's dark, piercing eyes locked onto Molly's face, like arrows ready to strike.
Anyone would be terrified by his expression, and Molly was no exception.
She had seen Robert angry before, but today's fury was different, like he might crush her any second.
His rage was because Molly had targeted Quinn, the woman Robert cherished most.
If there had been any other way, Molly wouldn't have taken such a desperate risk. She knew she couldn't handle the aftermath of his wrath.
But now, she had no choice. She couldn't let Harrison's leverage stay in Robert's hands.
If Robert was in a bad mood or if she messed up, Harrison might end up in prison.
Prison could break even a healthy man, let alone an older man like Harrison, whose health was already failing.
Once he was inside, she might never see him again. She had to take this risk.
Molly pressed the fork tightly against Quinn's neck, glaring at Robert, and said calmly, "Robert, you have twenty minutes. If I don't see the contract and documents, she's dead."
This was the time limit Molly set for herself. She was already battered and weak, not fit for a prolonged standoff. She needed to end this quickly.
Robert's eyes were stormy, his pupils narrowing as he said each word with weight, "Molly, you're asking for death."
His voice was colder than ice, making one's scalp tingle.
Molly wasn't scared. She glanced at the clock on the wall and calmly informed, "Mr. Perot, you have nineteen minutes and thirty seconds left."
Robert, seething with rage, swung his hand, and a vase worth tens of thousands of dollars crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
His expression was terrifyingly fierce, and his teeth were grinding audibly. "Molly, have you thought about the consequences?"
"I have, but do I have another choice?" Molly's eyes showed no emotion. It was either bad or worse. She could seize the opportunity to control the future of the Koch family herself.
Quinn had never expected that the nearly dying Molly would come up with this idea, using her to manipulate Robert.
But it also showed that Molly had not fared well with Robert as she resorted to such a desperate measure.
At this moment, she couldn't afford to be a useless fool. If Molly succeeded, how could she control her later?
Quinn subtly moved her wrist, thinking she might be able to handle the sickly Molly.
But before she could lift her elbow, a sharp pain shot through her neck. Quinn let out a muffled groan, feeling a sticky liquid flowing down, a drop of blood hitting the floor.
Molly's fingers touched the throbbing vein, and she sneered, "Quinn, move again, and I'll stab you."
Quinn realized the blood was her own.
Quinn lost control and started wailing, "Help me. Help me. Robert, help me. This lunatic is going to kill me."
Hearing Quinn's terrified voice, Robert's handsome brows furrowed tightly, and the coldness in his eyes almost instantly froze everything.
Molly was usually easy to handle, but he couldn't risk Quinn's safety.
Robert dialed his phone and coldly ordered, "Bring the entire set of contracts over now."
His dark eyes glared at Molly, dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you've thought of your last words."
Unexpectedly, Molly remained calm. A dying person had nothing to fear; nothing could be scarier than death itself.
Soon, Zack appeared with a set of papers, displaying them one by one according to Molly's demands and verifying they were all originals.
After checking, Molly said with deep hatred, "Burn them right here."
Zack looked at Robert, whose handsome face was clouded with anger. Robert said in a deep voice, "Burn them."
The roaring flames quickly consumed the papers and discs.
Molly's expression finally showed some excitement. The hidden danger was gone, and Harrison wouldn't go to prison.
When only black ashes remained in the porcelain basin, Robert had already changed into black clothes, the mysterious color enveloping him in a deadly elegance.
He stared at Molly with a terrifying look, speaking through gritted teeth, "Let her go."
Molly still held Quinn's throat tightly, negotiating with Robert, "I need you to promise me one more thing."
"Molly," Robert roared uncontrollably. "Do you believe I will have your parents fed to wolves?"
Every line on Robert's face showed intense killing intent. He genuinely wanted to crush Molly in front of him.
He hadn't been threatened like this in a long time.
"Then let's see who's faster," Molly spoke calmly, but only she knew her hand was almost stiff.
With her right hand broken, she could only use her arm to hold Quinn tightly, but the pain was unbearable.
The fork in her hand was also about to fall, leaving Molly with little time to negotiate.
Before the furious Robert could speak, Molly stated her demand, "You must promise not to trouble my parents again. I'll take responsibility for my actions alone, and my parents must not be implicated."
As long as Robert didn't trouble Harrison and Leah, he could do whatever he wanted with her broken body.
Molly didn't know when she might die, but she could take more suffering, or maybe that was what it meant to be alive.
The room was stuffed with a deathly silence.
Quinn's face was covered in tears, when she cried out, "Robert, help me; it hurts so much."
After a while, Robert gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, you have my word."
Satisfied with the answer, Molly felt as if a weight had been lifted. Her body couldn't hold on much longer.
She stiffly moved her arm, which felt like it didn't belong to her, the movement painfully slow.
Even Quinn noticed that Molly seemed to be out of strength.
Quinn's eyes flashed with a dark thought quickly forming in her mind.
Suddenly, the knife in Molly's hand plunged into Quinn's neck.
No one saw how it happened; not even Molly herself knew how the fork had stabbed in.
Quinn clutched her neck, screaming in pain, her face turning pale, "Robert, Robert, she's going to kill me."
Then, she slowly fell to the ground.
"Quinn." Robert was shocked. He rushed over in a single stride, his black pants stretching as his hard shoe sole kicked Molly's chest without hesitation.
With a heavy thud, the unprepared Molly was sent flying, crashing into the flower stand behind her.
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