Chapter 329 See You at His Funeral
Zack stood outside the door, stunned by the nurse's words.
Robert never took great care of his health, but aside from pneumonia, he hadn't had any major issues.
Zack never thought a few words from Molly could push Robert to the edge.
Dazed, Zack asked the nurse, "I'm his assistant. Can I sign for him?"
The nurse replied firmly, "This signature has legal implications. It's best to notify his family."
"Mr. Perot has no family," Zack said quickly.
"Not married?" the nurse asked.
Zack shook his head.
"What about his parents?" she continued.
"They're deceased," Zack answered.
The nurse frowned, surprised that someone as seemingly successful as Robert had no relatives.
Robert was good-looking and didn't seem like someone who couldn't find a wife. Why hadn't he thought of having a child?
The nurse handed the form to Zack and advised, "He can't be left alone in this condition. Sign the form first, then see if there are any other relatives or people to notify. It's best to inform them all."
Heart failure was sudden and unpredictable. The nurse just wanted to remind him not to leave any regrets.
The operating room door closed again.
Zack clutched the critical condition notice, his heart racing with anxiety.
He quickly picked up his phone and dialed a number.
At Morning Glow Apartments, Molly had just finished her bath, wrapped herself in a robe, and walked barefoot on the carpet.
On the windowsill was a bottle of red wine she had just opened. She poured a little into a glass and looked at the distant neon lights through the crimson liquid, vibrant and colorful.
The city's splendor was a stark contrast to her miserable life.
Molly took a small sip of the wine and then downed it in one gulp. Even though she had no sense of taste, drinking red wine still gave her a slight buzz.
She liked to let herself get a little drunk in a relaxed environment.
On lucky days, she might even have illusions of her parents being alive to numb herself.
If it weren't for these memories, she didn't know if she could have made it this far.
From the height of Morning Glow Apartments, looking down from the bay window could make one dizzy.
This was the height from which Harrison had jumped. Every night she returned, Molly would stand at this height to remind herself of her goal and motivation to live now.
If she had died back then, it might not have been a bad thing. Struggling to survive wasn't necessarily good either.
Those experiences were like a mountain, too heavy and exhausting for her to bear.
Molly was lost in thought at the window when her phone suddenly vibrated. She picked it up; it was an unfamiliar number.
"Ms. Koch, can you come to the hospital? Mr. Perot has been given a critical condition notice," Zack's anxious voice came through the phone.
Molly curled her lips and asked, "Isn't it a death notice?"
Zack, his mind muddled by Robert's collapse, was stunned for a moment before hoarsely saying, "No, it's a critical condition notice..."
Molly didn't want to listen any further and replied, "What a pity!"
Why wasn't it a death notice?
Molly poured some more wine and swirled the goblet. She had thought she had a reason to take a break, hence the wine tonight.
What a pity what she had been looking forward to hadn't been accomplished!
After a while, Zack realized what Molly meant. Instantly, his face turned stiff, and the words of pleading stuck in his throat. But he couldn't bear it and felt a bit bitter for Robert. "Ms. Koch, you might not like what I'm about to say, but Mr. Perot ended up kneeling in the rain for eight hours because of what you said. Now he's in heart failure. It isn't too much to ask you to come and see him. Besides, he said he's sorry and regrets what he did. How can you be so heartless to a man on the brink of death?"
"Heartless?" Molly laughed. "Zack, if I knew Robert was so obedient, I would've never made him kneel."
Zack, though finding Molly's laughter odd, softened his tone. "Ms. Koch, I'm not blaming you. It's just that Mr. Perot is in really bad shape. He has no family left, and there's no one to sign for his emergency treatment. But I know the one he most wants to see is you."
Molly smirked. "Zack, you misunderstood. What I meant was," she paused, then said nonchalantly, "if I knew he was so obedient, I would've told him to die. For someone like him who deserves to go to hell, his death would be a blessing."
Zack was stunned. He hadn't expected Molly to hate Robert so deeply.
Molly continued, "Zack, if it were your sister who went through these things, could you still tell her to forgive such a man? Would you still think her indifference is heartless?"
Zack was speechless.
Molly was right. He was only feeling sympathetic from his own perspective.
But if it were someone close to him who went through these things, he might only want to kill the culprit, let alone talk about forgiveness.
Molly was tired of hearing these unpleasant messages.
She impatiently said, "Next time, call me when he's dead, or let's meet at his funeral."
Molly hung up and laughed out loud. What was wrong with this world?
Robert had caused her so much pain, bankrupted the Koch Group, driven her father to jump to his death in despair, caused her mother to die of grief, and trampled on her dignity countless times.
He said it was a misunderstanding; did he think thatcould be an excuse for him to hurt others?
Such a bastard!
Just because he regretted it and was having a hard time didn't mean she should forgive him.
However, it didn't mean she was heartless and vicious; did anyone think about the pain and suffering she endured?
Molly laughed again, her heart aching, but her face remained numb. Even when she was sad, it was hard for her to cry.
Her despair in humanity, her lack of love, her inability to love others, and her inability to accept love from others were all thanks to Robert.
Robert had shattered all her beautiful fantasies. Only the indelible pain remained, accompanying her for the rest of her life.
So, no one had the right to ask her to forgive the demon who had driven her to the brink.
The alcohol took effect, and Molly's head throbbed with pain.
At that moment, her phone rang again.
Molly answered with her eyes closed, irritated, "How many times do I have to say it? Call me when he's dead!"
"What's wrong, Molly?" A clear, clean voice came from the phone.
Molly was stunned, her emotions not yet reined in. "Nothing."
The person on the other end paused, not pressing further. "Molly, I've booked a flight back to Dreamlandia for next week."
"Back to Dreamlandia?" Molly composed herself, a bit surprised.
"Yeah, don't you want me to?" Kyle's voice seemed a bit disappointed.
Molly quickly said, "No, I'm just a little surprised."
"Molly, whether you want me to or not, I'm coming back. I won't let you fight alone," Kyle said.
"Kyle, I..." Molly started.
Kyle had made up his mind and interrupted her. "We'll talk when I get back."
Molly felt she had no right to decide where Kyle should stay.
She said, "Okay, see you when you get back."
"And Taylor will be coming back with me," Kyle added.
That name was like a dormant curse, suddenly unleashed.
A sharp pain shot through Molly's head, and beads of sweat formed on her temples.
Kyle explained, "The doctor suggested that bringing Taylor back to a familiar environment would help slow the progression of the illness."
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