Chapter 245 It's His Child!
The nurse nodded, and Kyle took the report and left.
The young nurse watched Kyle's tall figure and wondered, 'Is that the guy Kyle mentioned?'
She remembered Kyle as distant but never saw him refer to a patient's family like that.
Outside the operating room, Kyle saw Robert looking worried. "Doctor, how is she?" Robert asked urgently, realizing the doctor looked familiar.
Kyle replied, "The child didn't make it. The patient is very weak and seems abused, with some fingernails missing."
Robert felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Kyle continued, "She has a severe stomach ulcer and hasn't eaten properly for days. We found soil in her stomach. If this keeps up, she might need surgery."
Kyle felt Robert needed to know the severity of Molly's condition, even if she didn't want to tell him what it was exactly.
Until they could send Harrison and Leah to a safe place, Molly had to rely on Robert.
Kyle hoped Robert still had some conscience.
He handed Robert a square container. "This is what she asked for before surgery."
Robert felt uneasy looking at the dark box.
He took it but didn't open it. "What's in here?" he asked.
Kyle replied, "A biological sample of the fetus."
Robert's heart sank.
Molly was sure it was his child. How could she be so certain?
Robert realized he had never seen Molly's supposed affairs firsthand, only heard from Leonardo.
His mind raced.
He staggered back, leaning against the wall.
Kyle smirked and walked away.
Molly had been asleep since the surgery.
Harper visited and sat by her bedside for a long time.
Kyle checked on Molly and assured Harper she was just in a normal sleep.
Harper noticed a different light in Kyle's eyes when he looked at Molly, a tenderness that vanished when he looked up.
She wondered if she imagined it.
Harper got a text: [Come out in five minutes.] Her heart tightened.
She grabbed her bag, pressed her cheek to Molly's, and whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow."
At the hospital entrance, Harper saw Francis's car approaching.
The sun was shining brightly.
Francis got out and walked around the car. His tall figure and striking looks caught the attention of many passersby.
He wore a black cashmere coat with a rose-red tie, making him look less somber and more vibrant.
The slanting sunlight gave him a golden outline, making him glow.
Harper was momentarily stunned, as if transported back to that winter ten years ago.
She had been drenched in ice water by her classmates, shivering and surrounded by onlookers.
Suddenly, a handsome face appeared, saying coldly, "Kid, don't you know how to fight back?"
Francis was like a beam of light, landing on Harper's heart at that moment.
Lost in her memories, Harper didn't notice Francis approaching. He took her hand and said, "Let's go."
His hand was warm, and Harper, feeling dazed, got into the car without knowing where they were headed.
When the car stopped, Harper realized they were at the courthouse.
Wide-eyed, she asked, "Why did you bring me here?"
"To fulfill your promise."
Harper's mind went blank. They had already divorced, so why come here again?
She could hardly believe Francis wanted to register their marriage.
He clearly hated her, so why marry her?
"Francis, this isn't right!"
She turned to leave, but Francis tightly grabbed her wrist.
Harper couldn't shake him off, her hand trembling with resistance.
Francis felt it, and his face darkened.
"Do you want to break your word? Do you want your friend back in the jail?"
His voice was low and cold, not joking.
Harper realized she couldn't let Molly go back to that horrible place.
She pleaded, "Francis, you didn't tell me it was this. I'm sorry, I really can't do it."
This failed marriage had brought her trauma and PTSD, and even Abigail didn't support her.
A marriage hated by their parents was suffocating.
Harper's voice trembled, "Francis, I'll do anything you want, but I can't marry you; I really can't."
With every word, Francis's face grew darker until his anger ignited.
"Anything else then?" He suddenly pulled her coat, angrily saying, "Can we have sex here? Hmm?"
Harper grabbed his hands and screamed, "No!"
Feeling her trembling, Francis loosened his grip. His face returned to calm as if he hadn't been furious.
He coldly said, "Three months."
Harper looked at him blankly. "What?"
"I need three months of marriage. After three months, you can choose to end it."
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