Chapter 276 Ending in This Way
In the surveillance room, Robert watched Molly, his heart breaking with every passing moment. He longed to console her, to hug her tight, but he knew he was the last person she wanted comfort from right now.
The drive back was silent.
When they got to the memorial hall, Molly was asleep.
After two sleepless days, she finally crashed.
Robert saw her peaceful face and let her sleep in the car.
As he watched her, Molly started crying in her sleep, her body shaking with silent sobs. The sight was unbearable, and Robert felt as though his heart was gripped in a vise. Unable to restrain himself, he finally did what he had always wanted: he held her close.
In her dream, Molly clung to him, mistaking him for someone else.
Robert sighed, afraid to move and break the moment.
Soon, he too felt exhausted and fell asleep.
He hadn't slept as long as Molly hadn't.
With her in his arms, he finally relaxed and dozed off.
When Robert's breathing steadied, Molly opened her eyes.
She hadn't slept at all.
With Robert around, she couldn't.
She slipped out of his arms, and he leaned back, unguarded.
Moonlight highlighted his cold, handsome face, hiding his ruthless heart.
Molly eyed the seatbelt, thinking of killing him.
All her pain and her family's downfall were because of Robert.
Killing him would bring peace to her parents.
She wrapped the seatbelt around the seatback, hands trembling, tears streaming.
She'd never killed anything, let alone a person.
She couldn't tighten the last loop.
A low voice broke the silence.
"Why stop?" Robert's eyes opened, reflecting the moonlight.
He pressed her hands down, holding the seatbelt. "Need help?"
Molly's mind went blank.
Anger and hatred surged.
She missed her chance, and Robert wouldn't give her another.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
Robert laughed, "Crying because you failed?"
Molly cried harder, shoulders shaking, eyes full of hate. She hated herself for being weak.
Her tears made Robert's heart ache again.
Why could Molly always break through his cold heart?
He thought he only hated her.
But now, he wasn't sure.
Their relationship was a mess of love and hate, doomed to end in hate.
But one thing was clear: he didn't want to let her go.
Robert thought about Quinn's lies. If Quinn lied about everything, did she really have cancer?
Panic and unease hit Robert.
He held Molly's face, emotions swirling. "Molly, we're even now, but I'm not letting you go. Got it?"
He wasn't asking; he was telling her.
He knew she'd hate him more for saying it, but he had to.
She'd hate him no matter what, right?
"One day, I'll give you the chance," Robert said, meaning the chance to kill him.
Molly, in despair, choked out, "So the only way to get rid of you is for me to die?"
"Don't even think about it," Robert snapped. "If you die, I won't spare anyone who helped you."
Molly seemed not to hear. She wasn't afraid of death, just of living with hate and pain.
Robert shook her. "Remember that."
Molly stayed silent.
The sky brightened.
Today was Harrison's cremation.
Francis and Harper came for the final farewell.
After the cremation, Molly said softly, "Robert, my dad's last wish was a sea burial."
Robert frowned but didn't refuse.
Before getting in the car, Molly told Harper, "Being friends with you is the happiest thing in my life."
Harper's eyes filled with tears. "I'll be right here waiting for you."
Molly nodded and got into Robert's car.
Robert watched her closely, putting everything else aside to stay with her.
Molly saw the bite mark on his arm, red and untreated.
Robert followed her gaze. "I want to keep it," he said, meaning the bite mark.
Molly frowned, regretting her impulsive bite. She didn't want to leave any mark on him.
At the seaside, Molly scattered Harrison's ashes into the sea.
Her tears had dried up; she couldn't cry anymore.
Thinking back, she'd been called a mistress, beaten, diagnosed with cancer, framed, detained, and lost both parents.
It had only been a few months but felt like centuries of suffering.
She told herself, 'You did great; at least you're brave.'
After the sea burial, a gust of wind blew her black hat away.
"My hat, my hat," Molly exclaimed, rushing after it, but Robert held her tightly.
"Are you crazy?" Robert scolded. "That's a landslide area, very dangerous."
Molly cried, "It was a gift from my dad! My dad bought it for me!"
Robert frowned. "Stay here."
He crossed the chain and picked up the hat.
As he got it, he heard Molly calling, "Robert!"
He turned, and his soul shattered.
Molly had climbed over the chain, standing on the steep rocks.
Her short life was about to end.
She looked relieved, her pathetic life finally ending.
Her eyes were filled with blood, tears, and endless hatred. "Congratulations, you finally succeeded in killing me."
She smiled, leaned back, and fell like a broken-winged bird, disappearing.
"No!" Robert roared, rushing to the edge of the cliff.
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