Chapter 244 She Is the Most Important
Molly only relaxed once she was in the ambulance.
She felt a sinking sensation in her lower abdomen.
'Is my child gone?' she wondered.
Blood spurted from her throat, and her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood.
Robert, that bastard! The thought of him made her blood boil. He was ruthless, and now it seemed like he'd stop at nothing, even if it meant killing his own child to punish her.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Robert was with Quinn.
After a thorough check, Quinn was fine. The fork had missed her artery.
The blood on her neck was from her panicking and covering it, making it look worse.
Quinn had a psychological barrier, muttering that Molly wanted to kill her whenever she woke up, so she stayed in the hospital for a few more days.
Robert stepped out of the ward for a breather.
Just as he lit a cigarette, his phone rang. It was Zack.
"Mr. Perot, I went to pick up Ms. Koch as you asked, but Mr. Getty's people already arranged her medical parole."
Francis had arranged medical parole for Molly.
Robert thought for a moment and figured Harper must have asked Francis for help.
He remembered Francis had called him last night, but he forgot to return the call because Quinn had a nightmare. It must have been about this.
Robert hadn't planned to keep Molly locked up for long anyway, so he decided to do Francis a favor.
"Forget it, just handle the follow-up."
"It's already taken care of; the case has been dropped."
"Okay."
Zack hesitated, "But Ms. Koch seems to have been seriously injured inside."
At that moment, a doctor pushed a gurney past.
"Sir, please step aside."
Robert stepped aside, his eyes scanning the gurney, and asked Zack, "What did you just say?"
"Ms. Koch was injured in there."
For a long time, Zack heard no response. "Mr. Perot, are you listening?"
The phone suddenly dropped to the ground.
Robert stood there, frozen.
The woman covered in blood on the gurney was Molly!
Molly's face was gaunt, her hands hanging outside the white sheet, with black blood under her nails, looking like eerie black nail polish.
The blood from her lower body had soaked the sheet, making it hard to imagine what she had been through.
Robert's temples throbbed with pain!
He stepped forward and grabbed the gurney, staring at Molly in disbelief.
It was her!
The doctor frowned and pulled his hand away. "Sir, step aside!"
When he didn't respond, the doctor forcefully pulled him away. "Sir, please step aside!"
Robert snapped out of it, slowly letting go, but Molly's withered hand grabbed his.
"Molly!" Robert's voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Molly slowly opened her bloodshot eyes, staring at him.
"Robert, you got what you wanted. You finally killed your child!"
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant, making it hard to understand, but Robert read her lips.
In an instant, Robert felt struck by lightning.
That child, the one he wanted to abort, was it really his?
Molly couldn't see Robert's expression; her vision was blurry. Her hands fell to the bed, her lips moving. "Robert, my dying wish is for illness to eat you alive, and you die alone."
Her voice was filled with endless hatred, despair, and loathing.
Robert stared at Molly's lips, understanding every word.
Robert's hands froze, feeling like Molly's blood-stained hand was choking him.
After a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "Molly, stop talking about death! You think you can scare me?"
The doctor snapped, "Sir, the patient is still bleeding; you're killing her!"
To them, Robert looked like a madman. Molly’s vocal cords were damaged, her voice emerging as a raspy whisper, yet Robert was still berating her as if they were having a normal conversation.
Robert finally let go of the bed rail, stood still for a long time, then picked up his phone and caught up.
Outside the emergency room, Robert's hands were still trembling.
He thought sending Molly there would just restrict her freedom, giving her time to reflect.
How did it come to this?
And what did Molly mean by saying he killed their child?
His temples throbbed as he leaned against the wall and called Zack.
"Find out exactly what happened to Molly in there. If you miss a single detail, I'll feed you to the wolves!"
Eight hours of surgery.
Robert stayed outside the operating room the whole time, like a statue.
On the operating table, Molly was pale, her breathing almost gone at one point.
Inside, the best specialist, Sawyer Stewart, was busy with the operation, assisted by the hospital's rising star, Kyle.
Kyle, though young and not yet qualified to lead surgery, had extraordinary talent in drug therapy, especially in cancer medication.
Sawyer looked at Molly's eroded stomach and shook his head. "It's too late."
Kyle's usually calm face showed a crack, and his voice was hoarse. "Mr. Stewart, please save her."
Sawyer looked at his emotional student and asked, "Who is she?"
Kyle's mind flashed back to that early summer when 18-year-old Molly accompanied Harrison for charity work in the countryside.
She wore a bright red dress and a black wide-brimmed hat, her smile like a dazzling red rose.
Kyle later learned that this beautiful woman was Molly, the daughter of a wealthy businessman helping poor kids like him.
A fleeting glance felt like an eternity.
That summer had left an indelible mark on Kyle's heart.
He had raised the $30 million for Molly by selling his patent and going abroad for medical exchanges to deepen his expertise and earn more money.
But Molly was still lying there.
The once-perfect Molly was now covered in wounds, and he could do nothing.
Kyle's eyes burned, and he said firmly, "She is the most important."
In the operating room, Kyle could do very little, even with his exceptional skills. When it came to Molly, subjective emotions could cloud judgment.
During post-op observation, only Kyle and the nurse remained in the room.
Molly, half awake, saw a familiar figure and felt her heart slowly settle.
Her eyelashes trembled, her throat barely making a sound, and she mouthed, "Kyle, I don't want anyone to know about my cancer."
She didn't want to spend her remaining time seeing pity and sympathy in others' eyes.
Molly wanted to keep some dignity, to die gracefully and beautifully.
"I understand," Kyle said.
Kyle gently stroked her hair and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you leave alone."
If that day ever came, he would die with her.
Molly fell asleep peacefully.
Kyle's eyes were cold as he looked at the nurse and asked, "Is that man still outside?"
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