Chapter 271 Can't Wake Up
A fierce kick sent Quinn sprawling to the ground. This kick was so heavy that it made her roll more times than Molly did.
"Who kicked me? You bastard." Quinn squealed.
The swift kick came too fast for Quinn to see who it was. By the time she got on her feet, Robert had already driven off with Molly.
Quinn hurriedly chased after them, only to get a faceful of exhaust fumes.
Quinn stomped her feet in anger. She felt too bitter to give up and continued to chase after them.
Inside the car, Robert's arm was still bleeding, but he acted as if he didn't notice.
It was howling and raining outside as the car headed toward Northfield Funeral Home.
Molly was so quiet that it seemed like she wasn't even breathing.
She curled up in the corner of the car, and if Robert got even a little closer, she would go berserk, screaming and thrashing about, then spitting out blood.
Robert didn't dare get close to her. Those few short minutes felt like an eternity to him.
If Molly had been just a bit stronger, or if the angle had been right, he would have lost her completely. This thought shattered him instantly.
Inside the funeral home.
The mortician was performing emergency restoration on Harrison's body.
Molly refused to sit on a bench. Instead, she couched like a small ball at the door.
She looked like an unwanted puppy, staring longingly at the door of the restoration room where her father was.
The father used to carry her on his shoulders to see the bright sun on clear days and shield her from the wind and rain with an umbrella on rainy days.
With Harrison around, she still felt hope. Now, there was nothing left.
Her shelter was gone.
The door to the restoration room opened.
Molly crawled in on her knees.
Robert didn't dare touch her as he was afraid she would suddenly go mad.
Harrison lay quietly under that white cloth.
Molly's hands trembled, and she was unable to muster any strength.
She quivered as she asked the staff for help, "Can you... can you let me see him?"
Robert heard her voice and walked over, but before he got close, he heard Molly's full-throated, angry roar. "Don't touch him!"
That sentence used up all her strength.
Molly's eyes were bloodshot and terrified. "Don't touch him; don't let him see you, Please!"
Robert's veins bulged for a moment as if he wanted to say something, but his phone inconveniently vibrated.
He said nothing, turned around, and went outside to take the call.
The staff lifted the white cloth, and even after restoration, Harrison's face didn't look good.
His face was covered in dense stitches, looking particularly horrifying.
Molly let out a painful scream; it was too much to bear, too much.
Her heart felt like a man had dug out a bloody hole with his bare hands; it hurt too much.
Even her already battered stomach churned, making her feel like she was dying.
Outside.
Robert was on the phone with Zack.
He had left Zack at the scene to handle the aftermath.
"Mr. Perot, Ms. Koch's mother, heard about Mr. Koch jumping off the building, and she rushed down the emergency exit, fell off the stairs, and bumped her head. It's not looking good."
Robert's pupils contracted sharply. "What?"
Zack replied, "The doctor said she bumped the back of her head, and her brain is full of blood clots. She probably won't wake up."
"Trash," Robert roared, "What the hell are these doctors doing?"
He pressed his knuckles against his throbbing temple to control his breath. "Get me the best medical resources. No matter what, get Mrs. Koch back."
Robert's voice was trembling, and his hands were shaking as if he were talking to Zack and also to himself. "She can't die; Molly can't lose one more parent."
It was the first time Zack had heard Robert's voice tremble with fear.
The severity was self-evident.
"Okay, Mr. Perot," Zack quickly replied.
Robert hung up the phone and turned to see Quinn holding her dirty wedding dress.
The once-white wedding dress now had his footprints on it; he had been too anxious earlier.
"Robert," Quinn started to cry as soon as she spoke.
Today was supposed to be her big wedding day, but Molly had ruined it all.
Although she didn't see who kicked her earlier, thinking back, she knew Robert was the only one behind her.
If the person who kicked her was really Robert, it only showed that his gratitude for her could no longer suppress his feelings for Molly.
Quinn felt like she was going crazy, but she couldn't lose control. The more chaotic things got, the more she needed to stay calm to take advantage of the situation.
She needed to be gentle, virtuous, and understanding.
She had to contrast with Molly, who hated Robert so much, to win back Robert's heart.
"Robert, are you okay? Just now..." Quinn pointed to Robert's blood-stained sleeve and asked with concern, "Are you okay with her bite?"
Robert's gaze was unreadable as it lingered on her for a few seconds before he said flatly, "I'm fine."
"I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't know Molly was going through such a big moment. Seeing her bite you made me anxious. How about I go apologize to her?"
Quinn lowered her eyes, looking submissive and weak.
Robert looked at her white wedding dress and suddenly found it a bit glaring.
He said, "No need. I know you've been wronged today. I'll make it up to you later. Go back for now."
Quinn was inwardly furious. He had actually told her to go back; he must have been planning to stay with Molly.
But at least Robert's attitude had softened.
Quinn said softly, "Okay, I will go back. Take care of yourself."
Robert watched her back, but his thoughts drifted to Molly. How nice it would be if their relationship could be this peaceful.
After Quinn turned the corner, her eyes flashed.
If she hadn't misheard, Robert was talking about Molly's mother, Leah, and it seemed serious.
Could it be that two people died in one day?
Such good news must be shared with Molly.
Quinn called and instructed her informant, "Find out where Molly's mother is hospitalized and how she is."
Harper had been confined in the villa for so long that she had lost track of time. Her only way to get information was by watching TV.
She was bored, lounging on the sofa, flipping channels, when she suddenly saw a news report. "The city's famous entrepreneur, Mr. Koch, fell to his death today."
In an instant, Harper's mind went blank. Molly's father, Harrison, had died.
Harper went crazy. She rushed out barefoot. But the door was still locked, and the bodyguards were outside.
"Let me out," Harper shouted at the people outside, but the bodyguards remained unmoved.
A loud wham came.
The bodyguards turned around, almost scared out of their wits.
Harper had actually used her head to hit the door. Although it didn't break, she had a huge bump on her head.
She said, "Call Francis and tell him I want to go out!"
The bodyguards didn't dare disobey. Their task was to ensure Harper's absolute safety.
Not a single hair was allowed to be harmed, let alone such a big bump on her head.
The bodyguards made the call, and although she didn't know what was said, they opened the door.
It had been almost ten days since Harper had stepped out of Tranquil Haven Retreat, and at this moment, it felt like a lifetime ago.
The bodyguards invited her into the car and respectfully said, "Mr. Getty instructed us to take you over."
Harper refused to get in the car, angrily saying, "I want to see my friend."
"That's not allowed."
No matter what Harper said, it was useless. In the end, she had no choice but to get in the car.
She thought that as long as she could leave Tranquil Haven Retreat, there would be a way.
The car drove smoothly and soon arrived at the company.
Harper went upstairs, with the bodyguards following her all the way.
She couldn't escape and had to wait in the lounge upstairs.
She waited for almost half an hour with no news.
She was anxious, wishing she could fly to Molly in an instant.
Taking advantage of the bodyguards' inattention, she suddenly pushed open the partition door and barged into the CEO's office.
The bodyguards were less familiar with the environment than she was, and it was too late to stop her.
Harper was already standing on the carpet of the CEO's office.
Inside the room, it wasn't just Francis; there was also a woman, and they were standing quite close. Hearing the noise, the woman turned her face.
In an instant, all the color drained from Harper's face!
Harper's voice trembled with endless hatred, "Chloe."
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