Chapter 257 Stab him!
Not long after that, Quinn came out of the examination room and dragged Robert back home, saying she wanted to try on the wedding dress for him.
Because he had been busy recently and hadn't spent time with Quinn for several days, Robert agreed to accompany her today.
On the way, Zack called.
Robert answered using his Bluetooth headset.
Whatever was said on the other end made Robert's handsome face grow increasingly cold.
Robert suddenly slammed on the brakes, turned the car around, and sped off in another direction.
Quinn felt uneasy and asked, "Robert, where are you going?"
Robert didn't speak, his expression as cold as an ice cellar, driving on.
Clutching her stomach, Quinn suddenly cried out, "Robert, I have a stomachache."
Robert slowed down and turned to look at her. "Really?"
Sweat beaded on Quinn's forehead, and she nodded. "Yes, it hurts so much."
Robert stopped the car, hurriedly got out, and carried Quinn out. "Zack, come pick her up and take her to the hospital now."
After saying this, Robert closed the car door and sped away.
The speed was so fast that Quinn didn't even have time to react.
Quinn stomped her foot in anger and shouted his name a few times; it must be because of that bitch, Molly.
Immediately, Quinn took out her phone and dialed Henry with a nasty look in her eyes, but after several attempts, no one answered.
In the room.
The sound from Henry's video was so loud that it drowned out the vibration of his phone.
He had prepared for a long time to avoid embarrassing himself before approaching Molly.
By now, Molly had calmed down as she knew that only she could save herself.
Seeing Henry approaching with lustful eyes, Molly suddenly leaned back.
She kicked hard with both feet, hitting Henry squarely in the face.
Caught off guard, Henry screamed and fell to the ground.
Molly also fell backward, but fortunately, the chair cushioned her fall and prevented serious injury.
She dragged herself forward with the chair on her back and finally reached for a small knife.
Thanks to Henry, who had used it to torture her earlier.
The only regret was that the knife was too small, though it was sharp.
Molly used the knife to cut the ropes, freed one hand, and then quickly cut off the rope on the other.
At this moment, Henry, who had been kicked down, got on his feet.
Henry, clutching his aching face, walked over and stomped on Molly's face, cursing, "You bitch! Let my beating teach you a lesson. I'll cripple you now and see how you defy me!"
Henry picked up a stool and smashed it down hard, followed by a miserable scream as the stool hit the ground.
Henry fell to the ground, clutching his leg, cursing through gritted teeth. Another miserable scream followed as the battered Molly pulled out the knife.
"Molly, you bitch, you dare stab me! Do you want to die, you filthy bitch?"
Molly smiled, squatted down, and stabbed the knife into his flesh again.
Every time Henry cursed, Molly stabbed his leg.
Henry screamed in pain.
Taking advantage of Molly's distraction, he secretly pressed a remote control, triggering an alarm.
Henry, enduring the pain, smirked, "Filthy bitch! When my bodyguards come in, you're dead!"
It was an alarm to call the bodyguards. This villa was originally a gift from Robert to Quinn.
Quinn had been cautious and transferred several properties to Henry.
That was why Henry had many residences, but this one was the least frequented. However, every time he came, he brought two bodyguards with him because he wasn't here for good deeds and feared for his safety.
Molly's heart raced. When she tried to escape earlier, she had indeed seen two burly men outside the door.
She didn't dare waste time and rushed to block the door with the only chair in the room.
Soon, there was a rap-tapping on the door from outside.
Henry, with both legs stabbed and unable to get up, shouted at the door, "What are you knocking for? Kick it open!"
Molly picked up a rag to gag Henry.
Henry was lying on the ground while shouting, blood still flowing from his legs.
Molly called for help on Henry's phone and was thankful that it didn't require any password to dial emergency numbers.
She trembled as she gave the address. Because the villa was by the riverside and quite far, the person on the other end assured her they would arrive within half an hour.
The phone suddenly vibrated again.
Molly saw the name Robert on the screen.
She shuddered and threw the phone away.
She was muttering, "Bad man. All of you are bad men."
The pounding on the door outside grew more intense.
Molly was completely limp, and her stomach began to ache again. She collapsed to the ground, trembling.
The relentless pounding on the door continued.
Molly gripped the knife tightly, curled up in the corner in despair, her vision blurred by tears, desperately hoping for rescue.
With a loud crash, the door was finally kicked open by the two bodyguards.
They rushed in and went straight to Henry to help him up.
Henry screamed in pain, and after the rag was removed, he pointed at Molly and snapped, "Grab her; she called the cops; clean this up, and let's get out of here!"
Hearing this, Molly ran towards the door with all her might to rush downstairs.
The bodyguards chased after her.
The bodyguards had unlocked the door when they heard the alarm and hadn't had time to close it.
Hope ignited in Molly's heart, and she rushed forward, colliding with a solid chest. Robert caught her by the waist.
In the sunlight, the blinding light made her squint. When she saw who it was, she screamed and, without thinking, stabbed with the knife she was holding.
Robert let out a painful grunt.
Molly, in a state of madness, couldn't see who was in front of her anymore.
The continuous torment had made her neurotic. She couldn't force herself to make him out and reacted instinctively.
She pulled out the knife and stabbed again! The blood-stained blade glinted in the sunlight.
Robert grabbed Molly's wrist with a force that seemed to crush it.
"Are you crazy?" He shouted angrily, blood already seeping from his chest.
Behind him, Henry, with blood-soaked pants, also came out, seeing Robert as a savior.
"Robert, look at what Molly did to me. Grab her. Don't let her escape."
These two were in cahoots!
Molly's pupils contracted, and she screamed, "Let me go! Let go of me!"
Henry shouted, "Don't let her go. Molly called the cops. We can't let her escape."
"Let me go! Let me go!" Molly continued to struggle desperately.
The only thought in her mind was that neither Robert nor Henry was any good, and she would be safe if she stayed away from them.
Robert twisted her arms behind her back, his cold eyes fixed on her. "You called the cops?"
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