Chapter 345: The Nighttime is Precious
Robert tried to sound calm, but Molly could sense the tension in his voice.
She smirked. "Mr. Perot, a sensible man wouldn't call at this hour to ruin someone's fun."
"What if I'm not sensible?" Robert's face was pale, but his voice was still commanding and ruthless.
"Mr. Perot, you used to be quite the charmer. What happened?"
"Molly!" Robert's patience was wearing thin. He gritted his teeth and said, "Get out. Now."
He didn't care if she teased him, but he couldn't stand her being with another man.
Molly knew Robert had been following her and found out she was at the hotel with Kyle.
She laughed softly. "Sorry, but I'm naked. I doubt anyone wants to see that."
There was a long silence on the other end.
If the call hadn't still been connected, Molly would have thought Robert had hung up.
She was about to hang up when she heard his hoarse voice.
"Molly, are you just mad at me?" Robert's voice softened, sounding almost pleading.
"You've really pissed me off. I'm begging you to come down, okay?"
Every breath felt like a knife stabbing him.
Even though she was toying with him, he still had knelt before the statue until it was dark.
He was critically ill, and even Zack couldn't get her to come. It was clear that even if he died, she wouldn't care.
"Really?" Molly found it amusing. "Robert, what gives you the right to ask me for anything?"
Before he could respond, she continued, "I don't care if you're angry. I do what I want because it makes me happy. Got it?"
Robert's chest tightened with pain again.
He pounded his chest and said coldly, "I can make you happy too. Don't go to that man. I know how to make you happy."
Molly knew exactly what he meant. Her face turned red with anger. "Robert, have you no shame? To me, you're just a piece of trash. Can't you see we're not on the same level?"
Molly's insults didn't faze Robert.
He seemed to enjoy making her talk more and continued, "Even so, I'm a piece of trash that can make you happy."
Molly was furious. How had she not noticed how shameless Robert could be?
She gritted her teeth, calmed herself, and said, "We're happy now. Leave us alone."
Robert's eyes narrowed, and he said urgently, "Molly, I dare you!"
"You know if I dare," Molly sneered. "Robert, do you need a reminder? The Koch Group went bankrupt because of you. My parents died because of you. Am I right?"
Molly's hands shook as she held the phone, memories flooding back.
When she returned, the first thing she did was visit Leah's nursing home, only to find out Leah had passed away. Her remains were buried with Harrison's, just as Molly had arranged before she left.
Even though she expected it, the news hit her hard. The reality was heavier than she imagined.
Fate seemed cruel, leaving her alone. Why not let her rest in the cold sea? Why force her to live with the guilt?
Molly's eyes reddened, and she said coldly, "Robert, I'm all alone now. What can you threaten me with? My life? It doesn't matter. If you want it, come and take it. I'll make you pay!"
Revenge was the only thing keeping her going. Maybe then she could finally let go.
Robert felt a hollow, bitter pain in his chest. He said urgently, "No, Molly, I would never take your life. I want you to come back. I'll treat you well, I promise. Your mother..."
Before he could finish, a clear male voice interrupted, "The bathwater is ready."
Robert's face twisted with anger, and Molly quickly hung up.
Robert stared at the phone in his hand, for three whole seconds. Zack, standing nearby, was worried. This was the eighth phone he had replaced this month.
Robert's grip tightened, and the phone shattered in his hand, cutting his palm. Blood dripped down, and his eyes darkened with rage.
He threw the broken phone against the windshield, the glass shards cutting his face, making him look even more menacing.
Then, Robert got out of the car and headed into the hotel, instructing Zack, "Find her."
Molly hadn't planned to bathe outside, but Kyle insisted. He had prepared a medicinal bath for her.
Kyle handed her a clean bathrobe and noticed her troubled expression. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Kyle's clear voice pulled Molly out of her thoughts. She composed herself and said, "Nothing."
Kyle nodded. "Go to the bath. When Taylor falls asleep, I'll take you over."
Taylor had gone to bed late, and the nanny couldn't calm him down.
After her bath, Molly wanted to blow-dry her hair but found the hairdryer wasn't working.
She called out to Kyle, "This doesn't seem to be working."
Kyle checked the socket and turned it on. He took the hairdryer and said gently, "Let me do it."
Molly was about to refuse, but Kyle placed his hand over hers and insisted, "Molly, you need to get used to my help."
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