Chapter 274 Don't Disturb My Dad
The ashes in the incense burner were emitting scorching heat.
Although Molly wished Quinn would die, she didn't actually want to push her into it.
This was Harrison's final resting place in the world; she couldn't make a mistake in front of Harrison.
It wasn't worth it to go to jail because of Quinn.
Molly's voice was as cold as death itself as she said, "Apologize to my parents if you don't want to die."
The steaming hot ashes were just inches from Quinn's face, and she could feel the scorching heat rushing toward her.
Quinn originally thought that Molly would go crazy upon hearing this and, ideally, crash into the wall and die.
Never did she expect that Molly would push her face into the incense burner.
Quinn screamed in shock, "Molly! Are you crazy?"
At this moment, Quinn began to blame the absence of people around, forgetting that she had deliberately chosen this time to come.
Suddenly, her head was forcefully pressed down, and the hair on her forehead curled into smoke.
Quinn was so scared she almost wet herself on the spot and wailed, "Okay. I apologize. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that about your parents and shouldn't have been gloating over your father's death. I've apologized; let me go. Let me go."
Molly suddenly let go, and Quinn fell to the ground with a thud.
Her face was steamed red, shiny, and oily.
Molly stared coldly at the terrified Quinn, "Get out. Don't disturb my dad."
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving." Quinn scrambled out, terrified, but inside, she was seething with anger.
So Molly was putting on a show to scare her and humiliate her.
Quinn looked back indignantly, seeing Molly with her back turned.
Immediately, a malicious thought surfaced in Quinn's mind.
She looked around; it was dinner time, and there was no one there except Molly.
Since that was the case, Quinn suddenly rushed over, using all her strength to push Molly's upper body into the incense burner. She didn't believe she couldn't handle a dying patient.
At the altar.
Molly, with her back turned, suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a heavy thud, followed by an ear-piercing scream.
Molly slowly stood up and saw Quinn's entire upper body plunged into the incense burner, her hands inside and her legs flailing madly outside.
Molly pulled Quinn out, and Quinn fell to the ground.
At this moment, Quinn could no longer be called human. Her face, neck, and arms were covered in dense blisters, large and small, spread all over her skin, looking both horrifying and disgusting.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts..." Quinn was in so much pain that she squealed like a slaughtered pig.
Her face hurt and itched, and when she reached out to scratch, the blisters burst.
Cloudy pus flowed all over her body, and with the skin broken, the exposed flesh felt like it had chili powder sprinkled on it, causing excruciating pain.
Quinn, barely able to speak, lay on the ground, flailing her arms, "Help me. Help, please."
"Help you?" Molly's face was cold as she approached step by step while she was enjoying Quinn's ghastly face. She showed the first genuine smile since her father's death. "Then tell me, what were you trying to do just now? Were you trying to push me into the incense burner?"
"No, I wasn't. Nonsense. Ouch, you bitch, call the doctor," Ouinn spluttered.
"We're not going anywhere if you don't confess." Molly's voice was cold and merciless. "I'm telling you, it's evening now, and I'm the only one here. Let's see who can stand to the end."
Quinn knew no one was around, which was why she dared to try to push her, and there were no cameras here.
Even if Molly died here, she could get away with it.
But the table was turned, and she was the one lying on the ground.
The more Quinn thought about it, the angrier she got, and she lunged at Molly.
"Bitch!" Quinn's eyes couldn't open, and she missed Molly, falling flat on her face.
Her arms pressed against the ground, bursting the blisters again.
Yellow pus flowed all over, and the skin was rubbed off by the floor, with the flesh coming into contact with the scattered incense ashes.
Instantly, the excruciating pain swept through Quinn's body, and she raised her arms as she wanted to roll but was too afraid that it would make things worse.
It was excruciating and a thousand times worse than being cut with a knife!
Quinn couldn't take it anymore; she still had hope that her face wasn't too badly damaged, but if this dragged on, she would definitely be disfigured.
In an instant, she confessed, "Ah! Yes! I wanted to push you in!"
If she didn't admit it, she feared she would die from the pain.
Molly said coldly, "I spared you, but you wanted to push me into fire. How dare you do this in front of my dad! Do you think he would let you get away with it?"
Mentioning Harrison made Quinn inexplicably guilty.
Then Molly articulated like a demon, "Is that all, after how much pain you gave me?"
Quinn shuddered to confess everything, mainly because she had done so many bad things that she didn't know which one Molly was referring to.
Seeing her expression, Molly knew what she was hesitant about, so she directly pointed it out. "You hired Leonardo to frame me, right? You also instructed Henry to send those two women to kill me and my unborn child. And last time at the villa, it was also through you that Henry tricked me there, right?"
Quinn's face burned as if it was about to rot.
Quinn screamed, "You knew, and why ask? Call the ambulance, or when Robert finds out, you won't get away with this."
Hearing her mention Robert again, Molly said, "Quinn, aren't you afraid that Robert will one day find out about who you truly are and what you did?"
Quinn shouted, "So what if he knows? He will just spare me just like he did before, like the time when I beat your ass. Robert loves me so much; he will protect me no matter what. We're not the same to him."
"Really? What are you two?" Molly asked.
Hearing this, Quinn panicked. 'Does Molly know it?'
Logically, it shouldn't be; she had tied up the loose ends, and Molly hadn't recalled anything about it.
Could it be that she recalled it now?
Just as Quinn was feeling uneasy, she heard Molly mockingly say, "You two are like a fly and a dung. A pair of unrecyclable trash, you two should be together forever!"
Quinn was right about one thing. As long as Robert protected Quinn, Molly couldn't retaliate against her.
She could only watch as Quinn and Henry, a rotten pair, continued their evil deeds.
Now, besides anger and accusations, there was nothing Molly could do, not to mention avenge the Koch family since she might not even survive the next year.
Now, her fragile body was left with only sorrow.
Quinn's blisters burst all over, the pain unbearable, and she cried, "I've told you everything; take me to the hospital."
Molly's eyes passed over Quinn, and she looked at Robert at the door with disgust and said, "Hurry and drag her out of here. Don't let her disturb my dad."
Hearing this, Quinn's face turned pale.
Robert was here? Since when?
However, if Robert had been here the whole time, he wouldn't have let her suffer like this; he must have just arrived.
In an instant, Quinn's mind started working, and she cried, "Robert, help! Molly pushed me into the incense burner; she wants to kill me!"
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