Chapter 247 Childish
In that instant, the coldness in Robert's eyes made Quinn shudder.
He rarely got angry at her.
The last time on the cruise, for Molly's sake, he had unhesitatingly thrown her out, causing her to fall to the ground.
Quinn noticed that Robert seemed to be changing, as he no longer treated her like a treasure.
"Robert, do you stop loving me anymore?"
Tears welled up in Quinn's eyes as she tried to hold back her sobs, looking aggrieved.
Molly hadn't woken up yet, and Robert felt a bit irritable. His voice was tinged with impatience as he said, "I've never said that."
"But you just yelled at me!" Quinn sniffled and said loudly, "You yelled at me, and it makes me angry!"
Quinn knew that Robert liked her being a bit spoiled and had no interest in weak girls.
So Quinn had learned to strike a balance, occasionally showing weakness mixed with a bit of stubbornness, which Robert found irresistible.
And so it was, Robert's tone softened a bit as he said, "All right, you're still not fully recovered. Go back and rest."
Quinn was furious. That was how he comforted her? It felt more like he was trying to get rid of her.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Robert, are you just going to let Molly get away with it? She hurt me. She literally tried to kill me, and it gives me nightmares every night!"
Robert said indifferently, "She had her punishment."
Quinn's expression momentarily slipped. What did he mean by "she had her punishment"?
Molly wasn't even dead! Just losing a child was enough to break Robert's heart.
Could that child really have been Robert's?
Quinn clenched her fists tightly.
Robert noticed Quinn's head down, looking very upset.
He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit tired, and said, "I know you've been wronged. Tomorrow, I'll have Zack take you to pick out another villa."
Including this one, Quinn already had three villas and five large apartments under her name.
Robert had always been generous with Quinn.
He had also promised to transfer eight percent of the Perot Group's shares to Quinn's name after they got married.
That was no small amount.
Quinn's expression softened a bit. Although she hated Molly, she knew Molly was a bug she couldn't dispose of right away.
She pouted and said, "But Robert, how could you have someone investigate Henry? You're embarrassing me."
Robert frowned slightly but said nothing.
Quinn shook his arm and said coquettishly, "Tell Zack to stop."
"Zack won't bother him."
Robert's lips curled into a smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, "Quinn, I respect him as your brother, but that doesn't mean he can meddle in my affairs, okay?"
Quinn felt a chill in her heart at his smile. She had known Robert for three years, and this kind of torturous smile was not uncommon.
Usually, this kind of smile on his face was prepared for his enemies.
At that moment, a nurse suddenly came out and asked, "Are you the family of the patient in bed number 2? The patient is awake."
Robert's heart skipped a beat. He brushed off Quinn's hand and said, "All right, go back and rest. Don't mess around."
Then he turned and entered the ward and closed the door behind him.
Quinn stared at the closed door, her eyes filled with venomous hatred, like a lion ready to strike and tear its prey apart.
Her phone rang.
Quinn saw that it was Henry calling.
She was also fed up with Henry's pestering and snapped, "Henry, what now?"
"Zack took them away!" Henry said. "What if they can't hold out and turn me in? You made me teach a lesson to that woman."
Quinn said indifferently, "Henry, what's the rush? Even if Robert finds out, so what? You know how Robert has treated me all these years."
She reassured him, "You're my brother. Don't worry; he'll let you off for my sake."
With Quinn's assurance, Henry felt much more at ease.
Henry laughed, "Molly is really tough. It's a pity if she dies."
Henry recalled Molly's curvy figure and couldn't help but click his tongue.
Quinn understood the implication. Henry was her biological brother, and she knew him too well. He wanted to have some fun.
Her eyes flickered, and she spat out her plan, "Henry, if you really want to..."
Inside the ward, Molly had just woken up, and the nurse was feeding her some liquid food.
The wounds on her hands, face, and neck hadn't fully healed, but they were better than before and not as swollen.
When Robert came in, he signaled the nurse to leave.
Robert took the bowl and continued to feed her.
He had thought Molly would resist, but to his surprise, she didn't. She opened her mouth for each spoonful voluntarily.
She even had it so quickly that some dribbled out of her mouth.
Robert put down the bowl and wiped her mouth with a tissue, saying, "Where did you learn that childish way to eat? Slow down; no one is going to take it from you."
There was a hint of indulgence in his voice, which he didn't even notice.
Molly had always been like a cat with its claws out, rarely showing such obedience, so he naturally teased her.
But soon, he realized something was wrong. Molly didn't react to his words at all.
Her scarred face showed no expression, like a broken porcelain doll that might shatter with a touch.
Robert felt a vague sense of unease but continued to feed her. Molly continued to eat.
When he fed her the last spoonful, Molly's expression changed slightly, and she immediately vomited.
All the liquid food he had just fed her came back up.
The sticky liquid spilled onto the bed and Robert's arm, accompanied by a sour smell from her stomach acid.
Instantly, Robert's face darkened, his brows furrowing tightly, but surprisingly, he didn't feel angry at Molly.
Molly finally stopped looking like a fragile doll and instead clutched the bedsheet, her face pale as a sheet, letting out painful groans.
The nurse heard the noise and rushed in, stunned by what was happening.
She looked at the empty bowl on the table and exclaimed, "Mr. Perot, you didn't feed her all of it, did you?"
Robert, holding his arm, frowned and nodded. "I did. What's wrong?"
The nurse, dedicated to her job and unaware of Robert's status, treated him like any other commoners and told him, "Ms. Koch's stomach has a problem. She can't eat that much right after waking up. If she doesn't speak, you need to learn to read her expressions."
Expressions? Robert thought about it and realized he hadn't seen any other expressions from Molly.
The nurse, assuming Robert was a bit off today, left him to clean up himself while she tidied up the mess.
By the time everything was cleaned up, it was quite late.
The nurse had wiped Molly down and changed the bed linens, and Molly was resting with her eyes closed. She sat by the bed.
When Robert came back in, he told the nurse to go rest.
The dim night light cast a tall shadow of Robert, his chiseled face looking even more defined, exuding a cold, hard handsomeness.
His dark eyes stared emotionlessly at the small figure on the bed.
Molly, who was 5-foot-5 tall, now seemed so tiny.
Robert slowly approached to brush away the hair from her mouth. As soon as his hand touched the fine strands, Molly slapped him hard.
Five red fingerprints appeared on Robert's handsome face, as he was caught off guard.
"Molly!"
Instantly, Robert's eyes turned fierce, his voice dripping with menace.
There wasn't a woman in Northfield who dared to slap his face, not even Quinn.
Robert's anger surged, his expression murderous as he raised his hand.
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