Chapter 328 If He Dies, I'll Take Care of His Body
Molly jumped out of the car and was shocked to see Zack on the ground.
She was about to call an ambulance when Zack limped over, barely standing. "Ms. Koch, I'm fine."
Molly saw no blood, just a slight limp.
Maybe the rain softened his fall.
She squinted and said coldly, "You still need a check-up. I'm calling the police to document this."
"Ms. Koch!" Zack suddenly knelt. "I'm really fine. I came to ask you to see Mr. Perot."
Molly looked at him, saying nothing.
Zack's eyes reddened, and he choked up, "Ms. Koch, Mr. Perot has been kneeling for eight hours. He almost had a heatstroke at noon, and now he's soaked from the rain. He just vomited blood; he can't last much longer."
Zack wanted Molly to go, so he painted a grim picture.
But he wasn't lying. If Robert kept this up, he might not make it.
Molly spoke calmly, "What does that have to do with me?"
Zack's face stiffened, words stuck in his throat.
After a moment, he said, "Ms. Koch, Mr. Perot is kneeling because of what you said."
Molly sneered, "Is your Mr. Perot a dog? Does he do whatever I say?"
"Ms. Koch, do you know what Mr. Perot has been through these past five years?" Zack said painfully, "Aside from work, he goes home every day to be with 'your body' in his house. He even shares a room with her, leading to severe respiratory infections and pneumonia. He often coughs up blood and struggles to breathe. I've told him countless times to see a doctor, but he refuses. He's punishing himself every day."
Thinking about Robert's miserable life, even the usually cold-hearted Zack shed tears.
He had never seen anyone else who seemed to thrive on self-torture, as if only pain kept him alive.
"Ms. Koch, I'm not asking you to forgive him, but only you can save Mr. Perot right now." Zack banged his head on the ground, his forehead bleeding when he looked up.
He cried, "Ms. Koch, for the sake of Mr. Perot's suffering these past years, please show some mercy and give him a chance. Save Mr. Perot."
"A chance?" Molly's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Would you give a chance to the man who drove your father to his death? The man who destroyed your family? The man who pushed you into hell?"
Each question left Zack speechless.
Zack had always been a bystander to Molly's experiences.
He could see Robert's inner conflict, but Molly felt only endless despair.
Zack couldn't offer comfort; he could only keep pleading, "Ms. Koch, please, save his life."
Molly found it somewhat amusing. "His life matters, but the lives of The Koch family didn't?"
This left Zack speechless.
Although Robert hadn't killed anyone directly, Harrison and Leah's fates were tied to his relentless pressure.
No one expected Harrison to follow Robert's father's footsteps and jump off a building.
"In this world, everyone is equal. No one's life is more precious than another's. If you want to be human, you have to pay for your mistakes!" With that, Molly got back in the car.
With the window half down, she looked at Zack and said coldly, "Zack, if the knife isn't in your own flesh, you'll never know how much it hurts. You've chosen to stay silent and watch, so keep it that way. If you do something irrational again, don't blame me for being unkind."
As she was about to leave, Molly remembered to send a message to Robert. "Zack, tell your Mr. Perot that if he dies, I'll take care of his body."
With that, the red sports car's headlights lit up.
Zack stepped aside, watching the red taillights fade away. He returned to the square, where Robert was kneeling like a statue in the pouring rain.
As Zack got closer, he saw Robert's thumb digging into the wound on his leg.
The flesh was pale from the rain, and if it weren't still bleeding, it would look like dead, soaked meat.
Robert was a mess. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Zack read his lips: "Molly."
Zack couldn't hold back anymore. He knelt and cried, "Mr. Perot, I'm sorry. I couldn't find Ms. Koch."
Zack lied! He wasn't sure if Robert could handle the truth right now.
"You didn't fail to find her," Robert's lips moved as he struggled to speak.
Zack was trained by him, and since Molly had already appeared, it was impossible Zack didn't find her.
However, Zack had never lied to Robert before; this was the first time. But Robert didn't want to pursue it.
He forced a smile that looked worse than crying. "She didn't want to come, did she?"
Zack lowered his head in shame and choked out, "Mr. Perot, I'm sorry, I failed to persuade Ms. Koch."
"What did she say?" Robert's thin lips moved, and fresh blood oozed out.
He seemed unable to feel the pain and breathed, "Don't lie to me. I'm not that fragile. I want to hear what she said."
Caught, Zack didn't dare lie again. He repeated everything Molly had said, word for word.
Even through Zack's plain recounting, Molly's few powerful questions were filled with endless hatred.
Back then, although the contract was stolen and handed over by Quinn, it was Robert who kept it out of selfishness.
If he had followed Molly's wishes and destroyed the contract, maybe Harrison wouldn't have made such a tragic choice.
But at that time, he had no other choice. Besides coercion and inducement, he couldn't think of any other way to make Molly stay by his side.
Those years of living on the edge had made Robert forget how to love. He didn't know how to express love or learn to love. He could only use the most time-efficient and labor-saving way to force her to stay with him. Was it all wrong?
Raindrops fell on Robert's face, body, and hands, the bone-chilling cold seeping into his heart. If everything he did was wrong, then what was right? After his parents died with hatred, no one in this world had taught him right from wrong.
Robert's eyelashes were wet from the rain, and he asked hoarsely, "Is that all?"
Zack stammered, not daring to look Robert in the eye.
Finally, he couldn't withstand that sharp gaze and lowered his head, saying softly, "Ms. Koch said, she said if you die, she will take care of your body."
The intense hatred was palpable even through the rain.
Robert started coughing up blood again, large amounts of blood coming from his lungs and staining his shirt as it dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly, Robert's whole body began to convulse. He slumped like a landslide.
"Mr. Perot!" Zack was terrified and caught him just in time.
Robert, standing nearly 6.2 feet tall, felt heavier than ever in his weakened state.
Zack struggled to lift Robert's heavy body onto his shoulder and hurriedly stuffed him into the car.
At the hospital, the doctor saw Robert's lifelessly pale face and urgently said, "Quick, get him to the emergency room!"
In the operating room.
Robert lay on the operating table, convulsing unconsciously, blood pooling at the corners of his mouth, a horrifying sight.
The attending physician diagnosed, "We've got a code red here—patient's coughing up blood, significant convulsions, lower limb edema, and severe respiratory distress. Most likely cardiac failure stemming from his chronic lung issues. Someone get the family to sign the critical condition notice. And prep for immediate resuscitation!"
At this moment, an assistant nurse exclaimed.
"No, the patient is in shock!"
Then, the cold, piercing noise of the connected machine's alarm filled the room.
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