Chapter 321 Do You Have What It Takes?
Robert's eyes were dark and inscrutable, his face flickering with countless expressions in seconds. "What do you mean?"
Molly's red lips curved into a charming smile. "Robert, you think you're untouchable with your powerful allies, but you've been duped by a greedy, hypocritical woman. You know who I'm talking about, right? It's Quinn, the fraud you've been backing all this time!"
Robert's face went pale. Molly had been waiting for this moment.
She watched him closely. "Remember when I told you I tried to find you before you went abroad? You never believed me, but I did go to find you! I even brought $5 million to help you, but I got robbed."
This so-called lie, which Robert had dismissed before, now terrified him. It was like a voice warning him, "Don't listen! Stop now."
If everything he had believed was a lie, how could he face his past and the Molly he had hurt?
His fingertips turned white from gripping so hard, his face growing colder, exuding a terrifying aura. "Molly, no need to dig up the past! Now that you're back, I'll treat you well!"
The past events resurfaced.
Maybe he had been close to the truth once, but now he didn't want to know.
But Molly wasn't letting him off. The worse Robert's expression got, the more she wanted to continue.
She wanted to see his face when he fell into the hell he created.
"I know you don't believe me, but there are coincidences. The robber who disappeared committed another crime abroad, went to prison, and I met him when he got out. He told me they were instructed by your beloved Quinn to kill me. They hit my head, thought I was dead, and dumped me in a ditch. And the money I brought to help you was taken by your 'caring' Quinn."
Robert's face changed dramatically. "What you said is..."
Molly cut him off. "Not true, right? Just think of it as a story I made up! But it's not over yet."
Robert stiffened, his expression cold. "Stop!"
"On your way to the ferry, you were attacked, beaten until you vomited blood, and nearly died. Quinn saved you, right?" Molly continued.
Robert's pupils dilated, his blood seemed to freeze.
He didn't want to listen, but he couldn't stop her.
"The person who drove away those thugs and saved you was me. I hid with you in the freezing river for hours. When we were finally rescued, I was too exhausted and sent to the hospital. When I woke up, I had forgotten everything due to a head injury, and Quinn impersonated me," Molly said calmly.
Robert watched Molly's calm recounting, as if these things hadn't happened to her. A sharp, excruciating pain surged from his heart, making it hard to breathe.
If all this was just a trap and his hatred for Molly was a misunderstanding, then all those things Molly had said before:
"Robert, I didn't lie to you..."
"Robert, I really went to find you..."
"Robert, have you ever thought that all of this was Quinn's doing?"
Those cries, those desperate pleas, he had chosen to ignore and coldly brush aside.
Molly savored the painful expressions on Robert's face, finally feeling genuine joy for the first time in five years—not the fake smiles she put on to reassure others.
"Robert, everything I've said, you can verify by checking the old files of the robber's confession from eight years ago in Auroria," Molly said.
"I don't need to check," Robert said with difficulty, swallowing hard. What was there to check?
When Quinn's life was in danger, she had said he would never know the truth in this lifetime, which already explained everything.
And he chose to ignore it. It was just a psychological self-deception because he couldn't accept the truth!
Now, this protective layer was torn open by Molly, exposing all the darkness and filth to the bright sunlight.
Robert could no longer deceive himself!
"Robert," Molly called his name nonchalantly, smiling sharply, "You said you wanted to make it even with me. Why? Do you have what it takes?"
This sentence was like an invisible slap, making Robert's handsome face colorful.
His expression was wooden, his whole being like a soulless, decayed walking corpse.
After so many years, Robert finally felt what deep despair was again!
But was this enough? Far from it!
Molly didn't just want to see him in heart-wrenching pain. 'Robert, all the suffering I've been through, all the wounds of mine have been torn apart, and all the despair I've experienced! You have to taste them all!' she cursed in her head.
She brushed her hair behind her ear, full of charm. "Mr. Perot, I'm busy, and let's call it a day. Goodbye!"
Robert was still in a daze, but his mind reminded him not to accept this goodbye. "Molly, don't go."
As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been scorched by endless charcoal fire.
Molly curled her red lips, sneering, "You know, the best interpretation of goodbye between you and me is never see each other again."
"No," Robert looked into Molly's eyes filled with hatred, his mind blank, unable to speak for the first time.
His heart felt like it was being gnawed by countless red ants, leaving countless wounds, and the pain was real and painful, making him clutch his chest.
He would rather she gritted her teeth and called him Robert than hear the sarcastic "Mr. Perot."
"Molly, don't go. Please don't go." Robert's dark eyes were bloodshot, as if they could bleed in the next second.
"Molly, I haven't forgotten you for a single day in these five years. I've been sleeping with 'you' for five years. If you hadn't come back that night, I would have continued to sleep with 'you'."
Molly knew who, or what, he was refering to.
Instantly, she felt utterly disgusted. What man would sleep with a corpse for five years?
As expected, this lunatic even mourned differently from others, which fully demonstrated what it meant to be crazy!
"Molly!" Robert's strong right hand tightly gripped her left arm, his eyes filled with longing and urgency. "Give me a chance. I will change. I will treat you well, okay?"
Molly's delicate face was filled with disgust, and she felt extremely repulsed by his touch.
She fiercely shook off the now weak Robert, took a few steps back, and then spoke, "Mr. Perot, you want a chance?"
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