Chapter 270 I Give My Life to You
That last line, "Are you happy now?" left Robert breathless.
Was he happy about the Koch family's tragedy?
No, he didn't want Harrison to die. Harrison's death cut off another way to control Molly.
Robert's head buzzed, making it hard to think.
He couldn't believe Harrison jumped off a building.
Why? Just for some debt?
If Molly had given him a child, wouldn't he have helped pay off the debt?
"You promised to destroy that contract, but you used it against him. Robert, you traitor!"
Molly screamed, her already hurt throat now even more hoarse.
Robert's pupils contracted. The destroyed contract wasn't the original; he had a copy. But it was locked in his safe, so how?
He wanted to tell Molly he wasn't happy and didn't use the contract against Harrison.
But he couldn't. The contract came from him, and he couldn't deny responsibility.
Molly's eyes were bloodshot, her voice trembling, "I was tortured for a day and night because of that contract, and I lost a child. Isn't that enough? Robert, did you even do a paternity test? That was your child. Isn't that enough to atone for?"
Mentioning the child brought a pang of bitterness to Robert's throat.
It was enough, how could it not be enough?
That child was a regret, and he wanted another to bind her.
Molly sobbed, "Do you have to destroy my whole family?"
Robert's face turned pale, and he said with difficulty, "No..."
Before he could finish, Molly screamed in despair, "Why can't you let my dad go? Why?"
Robert seemed to want to tear out her very soul.
She clutched her chest, punching it, but it didn't ease the heartache.
Her heart hurt too much!
Molly felt like she was falling into a deep, icy abyss, the cold making her tremble.
The entrance was now quiet, the crowd gone.
Apart from the drizzling rain, all that was left was Molly's sobbing.
It was an instinctive, trembling sob that made anyone sad.
"Molly," Robert called softly, cautiously, nervously, as if afraid a louder voice would shatter her.
At this moment, Molly looked incredibly fragile; her beautiful eyes now a mix of red and gray.
Red from blood and tears, gray from hopelessness.
Staring at those eyes, Robert's heart ached terribly.
He told her, "I didn't give him the contract. I don't know as much as you do. Let me investigate, and I'll give you an explanation, okay?"
Molly listened and suddenly laughed, a bitter, desolate laugh. "An explanation? Robert, I can't take your explanations anymore. Last time, when Henry had those women torture me, you told me to wait for your explanation. What did I get? Humiliation, and my dad fell to his death."
Robert's explanation pierced her heart. He was just a liar.
Robert's chest ached, making it hard to breathe. He wanted to explain but couldn't find the words.
Molly no longer expected any explanation or excuse from him.
She looked up at the dark sky, feeling utterly hopeless. "Robert, don't you just love seeing me fall into hell and struggle?"
She lifted her eyes slightly and smiled, "I'll grant your wish, okay?"
Robert's face turned pale as he saw Molly turn and slam her head into the concrete planter.
With a dull thud, the planter was stained with bright red.
In an instant, Robert's body stiffened, his mind going blank for a few seconds.
Only instinct remained, telling him to rush forward and hold her in his arms.
"Molly!" He gripped her shoulders tightly and shouted, "Are you crazy?"
Molly gasped for breath, feeling utterly useless. She was too weak even to die.
Blood from her forehead flowed down her temples, covering half her face, making her look both eerie and beautiful.
This scene was deeply etched in Robert's mind.
Molly seemed to have lost control and muttered, "Robert, I'll give it to you. I'll give you my life."
She was shrouded in darkness, almost indistinguishable from a dead person.
Robert's heart tightened, cold sweat breaking out, and he said coldly, "Molly, don't do anything stupid! Don't forget you still have a mother. If you die, have you thought about how miserable her end will be?"
In her heart, he was no different from a demon. As long as he could stop her from seeking death, he didn't mind being even more of a demon.
Robert's words were like a poisoned dagger, stabbing straight into Molly's heart.
He knew too well how to manipulate her. As long as she had one relative left, he wouldn't let her go.
She hated him, hated him so much.
Molly suddenly grabbed Robert's neck tightly and screamed madly, "I'll kill you! Kill you, you piece of shit!"
Robert didn't dare to hurt her, even with no struggle, and let her tighten her grip.
But Molly was too weak. She couldn't even strangle a chicken, let alone a grown man.
She gave up and bit down hard on his arm.
This time, she was determined to bite off a piece of flesh, skin and all.
Indeed, this method worked better. Her teeth pierced the skin, blood seeping out, staining her lips and tongue. It was fishy, slightly salty, with a hint of metal.
Molly bit down harder, determined to tear off that piece of bloody flesh.
Robert frowned slightly, lost in thought, but didn't push her away.
Being bitten actually made him feel good; at least she was alive and biting him.
"Bitch!" Suddenly, a sharp female voice sliced through the air. Quinn stormed over, eyes blazing with fury, and without hesitation, she lifted her leg high and kicked Molly away with a brutal force.
Molly rolled a few times on the ground and spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.
Her face was pale, the blood bright red, a shocking sight.
"You bitch, how dare you bite Robert! I'll kick you to death!"
Quinn lifted her foot again, aiming to stomp on Molly's head.
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