Chapter 269 Are You Happy Now?
Robert called back in a hurry, but no one picked up. The gravity of the situation hit him hard, filling him with fear.
He quickly walked out and told Zack, "Get the car ready."
Quinn's face went pale as she chased after him, "Robert, our wedding..."
Robert's cold demeanor and the car's roaring exhaust left her in the dust.
Quinn watched helplessly as Robert ditched her at the wedding.
Her eyes burned with malice and resentment.
'It must be Molly,' she thought.
Robert canceled their wedding for Molly. He must be out of his mind.
Quinn couldn't believe that after everything, Molly still had a hold on Robert. 'Molly, this time, I'm getting rid of you for good.'
She called for the hotel's courtesy car, lifted her skirt, got in, and said fiercely, "Follow that car."
Inside the car, Robert sat upright, watching a live stream on his phone, his lips pressed tight with anger.
Rain pounded on the car window, making the city feel even darker and more oppressive.
The live stream was noisy, but screams were clear.
"Ah! That guy's really gonna jump!"
"Why jump from the Koch Group building? Is he an employee? Some dispute?"
"I heard it's Mr. Koch from the Koch Group. No idea why he's jumping. The cops just came to get him, probably to take him to jail. He must've had enough."
Robert's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and anger surged. "Zack, find out what her father did."
"Okay," Zack quickly replied.
Robert rubbed his throbbing temples.
He'd dealt with Harrison a few times and remembered him as cunning and full of schemes.
Would a guy like that really jump off a building? No way.
Robert tried to reassure himself, thinking if Harrison jumped, it was to repay his debts.
But another voice in his head asked, if Harrison died, what would happen to Molly?
He didn't want to think about it. For the first time, he hesitated for Molly.
Still, he didn't believe Harrison would really jump; it was probably just a show.
The Koch Group owed a lot of money and pulling a stunt like this might be a desperate attempt to garner sympathy..
The live stream continued.
Suddenly, the camera zoomed in, and Molly's helpless cries could be heard.
Robert saw her, the Molly who haunted his dreams, now kneeling and crying out in agony. "Dad, Daddy, don't. Please don't."
Robert's pupils contracted violently.
He thought of that dream! Molly with blood-filled eyes.
A suffocating panic gripped his heart, making the usually calm Robert lose all color in his face.
His throat felt sealed, and he struggled to speak, "Hurry up!"
At the Koch Group building, the figure on the ledge looked old and frail.
It was pouring rain, and Molly, disheveled, was kneeling and begging.
"Dad, don't do this. Don't leave me and Mom. Please don't leave us." Molly's voice was hoarse and broken, but her sadness was contagious, spreading despair to everyone there.
Firefighters had set up a large air cushion at the scene.
Everyone watched Harrison with their hearts in their throats.
A firefighter noticed Molly's cracked, bleeding lips and hoarse voice. He handed her a bottle of water and tried to comfort her, "Ms. Koch, don't worry. My team is talking to him. Your dad's probably just having a moment."
Molly took the water, about to thank him, when a terrified scream erupted from the crowd. "Ah! He jumped!"
She looked up sharply and saw a dark figure plummeting like a lifeless stone, falling in a grotesque posture.
A massive thud, coinciding with a terrifying clap of thunder, almost shattered her eardrums.
Molly's heartbeat and breathing stopped instantly.
The water bottle fell from her hand, rolling away.
Her vision went black, and she felt like she was drowning in the rain.
Despair and suffocation overwhelmed her, her body on the verge of collapse.
After what felt like an eternity, she saw a faint glimmer of light.
Molly opened her mouth but couldn't speak, screaming silently as she crawled toward the pool of blood and flesh.
She saw it—the body that no longer looked human.
The royal blue suit on the body was one she had picked out for him, paired with a blue tie with little dots.
She remembered that morning she had playfully told Harrison, "This makes you look years younger."
Harrison had smiled kindly, "Looking young is good; it means no one will dare bully my Molly."
The rain poured, and the blood from the body flowed with it to Molly's hands.
It was from her father, who had raised her.
Why did this happen?
Molly lunged forward like a madwoman but was held back by the staff, who gripped her arms tightly.
She screamed, "Dad, how could you leave me like this?"
She cried, "Dad, don't you love your Molly anymore? Why won't you answer me?"
She pleaded, "Dad, let's go home. Let's go home together, okay?"
Scalding tears mixed with blood fell from her eyes, and she even coughed up blood.
The entire scene was shocking and despairing.
Someone covered the gruesome body with a black cloth.
"No! No! Don't take my dad away," Molly shouted.
"Don't take him away; he's afraid of the cold. Don't take him away in the winter," she murmured hoarsely.
The blood on the ground continued to be washed away, a large expanse of red in sight.
Her heart felt like it had been gouged out, her body empty and in such pain that she could hardly live. "Dad..."
Her father would never lovingly call her Molly again.
It was heart-wrenching.
When Robert arrived, Harrison's body had already been taken away.
Only a puddle of blood on the ground, not yet washed away, told him what had happened.
For a moment, he couldn't stand steady, losing control and stumbling backward.
He saw Molly lying on the ground, and as if sensing his presence, she looked up.
At that moment, Robert saw it clearly.
Molly was shedding tears of blood!
Instantly, his heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly. He didn't dare to look directly. He wanted to retreat, to hide.
Molly saw him, her eyes filled with venomous hatred. "Robert, my dad is dead. Robert, I lost my father forever."
She laughed bitterly, her blood-red eyes filled with a world-weary self-mockery. "Robert, are you happy now?"