Chapter 408 I'll Wait
Kyle just chuckled, fired up the engine, and took off.
He couldn't care less about other women, except for Molly. But today, his family had laid down the law: he had to stick with Lydia until she got home.
He shrugged it off; it was no biggie, and he had fulfilled their wish.
Lydia watched the taillights vanish, her eyes welling up with tears. She started bawling right there at the door.
Her parents rushed out, seeing their daughter in tears and sitting on the ground, they were livid.
They immediately called Rene Scott and tore into Kyle.
Rene, trying to keep the peace, reassured them and promised to sort it out.
By the time Kyle rolled back to the Scott family mansion, it was pushing eleven.
Yet, the place was lit up like a Christmas tree.
Rene sat in the big chair, cane in hand, looking all stern. "You ungrateful brat, get on your knees!" he barked.
Kyle acted like he didn't hear a thing. He just stood there, tall and defiant.
Rene, fuming, had the butler bring out a long stick, clearly custom-made for this kind of thing.
This stick was designed to bruise the flesh but not break the skin, causing serious pain without leaving marks.
Rene whacked Kyle over and over until he was down on the ground.
Kyle didn't make a peep. Even with blood spurting from his mouth and serious internal injuries, he just gritted his teeth and took it.
Rene sighed, "Kyle, don't blame me. I just want you to be recognized by the world. Do you want to hide in the shadow forever?"
Kyle, lips bloody, spoke slowly, "I don't need a marriage with her. I told you when I came back, I don't want a marriage of convenience."
"You!" Rene pointed at him, too mad to speak.
Kyle, pale and sweating, struggled to his feet.
Standing, he towered over Rene, his presence cold and intimidating. "Remember your promise. If I get that position, you let me live my life my way."
Rene watched Kyle limp out, his cane hitting the ground with a thud.
He knew Kyle wasn't going to be a tame lion.
Harper was still snoozing when Jessica's call jolted her awake.
Jessica sounded freaked out, sobbing, "Harper, it's awful. Molly just told me she killed someone."
Harper shot up, "What?"
Jessica was crying so hard she could barely talk. After calming down a bit, she told Harper what happened.
She had called Molly to ask her something, and Molly, with a shaky voice, said she had killed a man.
After that, Molly's phone went dead.
Jessica cried, "Harper, what do we do?"
Harper, panicking too, tried to calm Jessica, "Don't cry. Think about what else she said."
Jessica thought for a moment and remembered.
"I think I heard a guy shout 'Mr. Perot' in the background, but that's it."
Harper thought about the Mr. Perot connected to Molly, and it had to be Robert!
Harper reassured Jessica, "Don't worry. I know who to ask. I'll let you know once I find out."
After hanging up, she immediately called Francis, who picked up almost instantly. "Harper, what's wrong?"
Hearing Francis's voice, she felt a lump in her throat. "Francis,"
Francis, hearing her choked voice, urgently said, "What's wrong? Don't worry. Calm down and tell me what happened."
Harper told him about Molly, crying as she spoke, "Francis, can you help me find out if it's Robert? If not, don't tip him off."
She was worried that if it wasn't Robert, he might cause trouble for Molly once he found out.
Francis paused for a moment and said, "Hang tight, I'll check and get back to you."
"Okay, I'll wait," Harper replied.
Her words, "I'll wait," brought a bit of warmth to the chilly night.
Francis, feeling the weight of her trust, said, "Alright, just wait for me."
Harper couldn't sleep. She stayed up, waiting for Francis's call.
Finally, after about half an hour, Francis called back.
"It's Robert," he said. "Molly stabbed Robert."
Harper was floored. "Is Molly in danger?"
Francis replied, "No, but Robert's in bad shape and hasn't woken up yet."
Harper's heart sank. "Do you know where Molly is now?"
"She's at Robert's villa. Zack's keeping her there," Francis said, trying to calm her. "Don't stress too much. Robert's keeping it under wraps, so he probably won't do anything to her. Otherwise, she'd be at the police station by now."
Harper felt a bit relieved but was still on edge. "Can I go see Molly?"
"No, I don't even know which villa it is. We have to wait until he wakes up," Francis answered.
When Robert took back the Perot family, he made a lot of enemies.
To avoid retaliation, such matters would never be leaked, and his whereabouts were a secret.
"Is there really no other way?" Harper asked, worried.
"Don't worry. Robert won't harm her," Francis reassured. He knew Robert loved Molly as much as he loved Harper.
But because of family issues, Robert always went nuclear when it came to Molly.
Francis didn't agree with his methods and had advised him, but a guy like Robert, who had seen both his parents forced to death, was too extreme to be swayed with a few words.
Moreover, after Molly left, Robert seemed off, slowly distancing himself, living in his own isolated world.
Although they had less contact, Robert still respected his old friends.
No matter how many times Francis reassured her, Harper was still worried.
She pleaded, "Francis, please let me know as soon as there's any news from Robert."
"Of course," Francis agreed.
Harper checked the time; it was almost one in the morning.
Thinking about Francis's pale and tired face at night, she felt a bit guilty for disturbing him at this hour.
She said, "It's late. Get some rest."
Francis suddenly asked, "Can you fall asleep?"
"What?" Harper was stunned.
Francis knew her well. "I know this kind of stuff keeps you up all night, like always."
Harper was taken aback.
Francis was right; with such a big event, how could she sleep?
Francis added, "Open your curtains and take a look."
Harper was sitting by the window at her dressing table, so opening the curtains was just a matter of standing up.
She opened the curtains and said, "Francis, you wouldn't be..."
She didn't finish her sentence.
Outside the window stood Francis, leaning against his car and looking up at her.
Harper exclaimed, "Did you come here from the hospital?"
Francis's smooth voice came through the phone. "Yeah, I was worried you'd be too stressed out."
A warm feeling surged in Harper's heart, and she didn't know what to say.
Francis, leaning against the car, was content to see Harper on the second-floor balcony.
He smiled and said, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."
Harper was stunned and asked, "Why stay with me? Go back, you're still recovering."
"I can't sleep either," Francis said.
"Why?" Harper asked.
Francis said softly, "You can't sleep because you're worried about Molly, but I can't sleep because I'm worried about you."
Even in the summer night, it was hot and sticky out there.
Harper felt a bit guilty and asked, "Do you want to come up?"
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