Chapter 266 She Didn't Want to Give Up
Robert shoved the pills down her throat with his tongue.
Molly felt so dizzy she couldn't fight back.
After forcing down three or four pills, Robert finally stopped, pinching her cheeks angrily. "When did you start refusing medicine when you're sick?"
Molly found it so absurd she laughed until she cried. "I wanted to take them, but didn't you throw them away?"
Those were her life-saving pills, harmless and great for pain relief.
Molly didn't know how Kyle got them, but it must've been tough.
Now, with the pills gone, it felt like her lifeline was cut, and she saw only darkness ahead.
When Robert heard her mention the 'birth control' pills he tossed, his eyes narrowed, and he tightened his grip on her cheeks.
A bottle of birth control pills that could be bought anywhere, and she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Molly must really hate the idea of having his child. He felt the only way to keep her was to have a kid with her.
Thinking about the child they lost, his eyes darkened, and for the first time, he felt a bit sorry for the unborn baby.
"Throwing it away is for your good," Robert's voice sounded eerie in the night.
Molly's once bright eyes lost their luster, and she said mockingly, "Well, thanks for your kindness."
Robert ignored her sarcasm; he wasn't changing his mind.
He'd make Molly have another child with him no matter what. They were on completely different pages.
Molly felt a fire burning inside her, growing stronger.
She'd always been kind and never done anything terribly wrong, but fate seemed set on ruining her.
With Harrison's surgery coming up, she didn't know if she could hold on without her pills until it was over.
Her eyes dimmed, seeing no hope, and she murmured, "Robert, have you ever thought that without that medicine, I might die tomorrow?"
Robert felt a prick in his heart, not quite painful, but very uncomfortable.
He was about to speak when Molly mocked herself, "But if I really die tomorrow, it would be a wedding gift for you, wouldn't it?"
Molly didn't look at Robert's darkening face and even joked, "The death of the person you hate most on your wedding day. Hey, it suits your crazy tastes."
Molly spoke more tonight than ever, saying whatever came to mind.
Robert's anger piled up, burning inside him, but his back was covered in cold sweat.
The room was warm, but he felt waves of coldness from deep within.
He couldn't stand these hypotheticals; each one felt like a needle prick.
Even his heart felt like it was being pricked by countless needles, causing waves of pain.
Robert suddenly stood up, gritting his teeth in anger, "Saying all this just to make me pity you?"
Molly was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "I knew I couldn't fool you."
Robert's heart relaxed; he knew it. Molly was always good at lying and manipulating, and he almost fell for it again.
Wanting a child, he softened his tone and said calmly, "As long as you listen to me, I'll go easy on you. I might even let you live a good life."
Molly smiled and asked, "Listen to you? You mean be your mistress?"
Robert heard the sarcasm, and his face turned cold.
But Molly wasn't afraid, as if she had nothing left to fear.
"If Mr. Perot likes my body so much, how about making me into a specimen after I die?"
Robert almost lost it.
He couldn't grasp why Molly was so fixated on death!
His large hands gripped her slender neck, forcing her to look up. "Do you really want to die that much?" he asked, his voice chilling.
Robert still smelled like his fresh shower, the same scent as Molly's favorite shampoo.
But now, she found it repulsive because it was on him.
Suppressing the nausea, she said, "I'd rather die than be your mistress. Stop disgusting me!"
Robert's temples throbbed. "Do you think you can resist me?"
Molly's eyes were lifeless. "Do you really think you can stop me from dying?"
Robert was so furious he wanted to strangle her.
But Molly looked so pale, like a fragile glass doll.
All his anger got stuck in his chest. He felt like all his efforts were in vain.
In a fit of rage, he kissed her roughly, his cold lips crushing hers.
Suddenly, Molly felt a wave of nausea, her stomach churning.
She pushed him away and vomited into the trash can, dry heaving since she hadn't eaten.
This action trampled Robert's pride.
Did she find him that disgusting?
Robert's face looked grim.
"Fine, well done, Molly," he said, eyes filled with hatred. "But you'll never get away from me!"
With that, he slammed the door and left.
Molly felt immense relief and struggled to the bathroom to induce vomiting and get rid of the medicine.
After some effort, the pills, along with blood, appeared in the toilet.
She sighed in relief, thankful her weak stomach couldn't digest the pills.
She gently held her abdomen and fought to her feet to wash up.
Life seemed hopeless, but she didn't want to give up until the last moment.
That night was rough for Molly.
But in the morning, she got up on time, washed, dressed in her favorite outfit, and went to the Koch Group's farewell party.
Harrison and Leah were also there to distribute severance pay to the employees.
The attendees were long-time employees with deep feelings for the Koch Group. Seeing how much Harrison had aged and weakened, many cried.
Harrison couldn't help but cry too. He had run the company for over forty years and intended to leave it to Molly. Now, it was all gone, and he had even left Molly with debt. How could he not be sad?
Harrison was reluctant to part with the company. The bank would take over the building tomorrow, so he asked Leah to take him to his office on the seventeenth floor one last time.
In the office, Leah made Harrison his favorite coffee.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Harrison said.
It was his assistant, Simon Smith. "Mr. Koch, may I have a few minutes?"
"Yes. What is it, Simon?" Harrison asked.
Simon hesitated. "I hope this is a more private conversation."
Harrison asked Leah to check on Molly.
After Leah left, Harrison asked kindly, "Simon, is it about money? If there's any difficulty, tell me. We've been through a lot together, and I'll help if I can."
Simon looked at the frail and aged Harrison, feeling a pang of guilt.
Harrison had always treated his employees well. If Simon hadn't been blackmailed, he would never have helped with such a sinful act.
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