Chapter 514 Did You Secretly Give Birth to That Child?
Inside, they couldn't hear or see this side, but the glass shaking still caught Kyle's eye. He struggled to shake his head at the glass, a broken voice coming from inside, "Molly, I can hold on, don't beg... don't beg him for me."
Such words would only bring more intense beatings. The thug followed Rene's instructions: if Kyle said anything to anger Robert, he had to be stopped. If necessary, make Kyle unable to speak!
The Scott family had developed to where it was today thanks to Rene's ruthlessness and decisiveness. Even if Rene loved Kyle, if Kyle disappointed him, Rene would have to give him up.
A mouthful of blood spurted from Kyle's mouth. He painfully tried to curl up his body but didn't want Molly on the other side to worry, so he held back with all his might. He even managed a smile, facing the glass that only reflected his miserable appearance, and said word by word, "Molly, I'm fine."
Kyle's handsome face was covered in blood, making that smile look terrible. Molly pounded on the glass, her hands turning red and numb. "Kyle, you fool, is it really worth it?"
Molly's eyes were red, her voice hoarse and heart-wrenching from screaming, tears falling like broken beads.
Robert was very unhappy; this was not the scene he wanted to see. The strong bond between the two only drove him further into madness.
Robert said to Zack, "Mr. Scott's expression seems quite defiant."
The next second, the message was conveyed to the other side. With a snap, the thug didn't hesitate, striking Kyle's face hard with a chain.
This was all under Rene's orders, meant to vent Robert's anger. The thug didn't hold back; when the chain was retracted, it took skin and flesh with it, splattering blood. This strike was enough to disfigure Kyle.
"Ah!" Molly finally couldn't take it anymore and screamed. But she didn't collapse; instead, she crawled towards Robert with great effort. Tears blurred her vision, making it impossible to see the road ahead, but she could sense the presence of that demon even with her eyes closed.
At some point, she had broken a bowl, holding a shard of porcelain in her palm. Molly lunged forward, but her exhausted body could only stab Robert's calf, and it didn't seem deep, just breaking the skin.
Molly knew her current strength couldn't hurt him, but she was too filled with hatred, not knowing how to vent it. She bit her lip and said viciously, "Robert, kill me, kill me! You only know how to torture others? If you have the guts, kill me!"
Robert was indifferent to her provocation. He slowly squatted down, removed the porcelain shard from her palm, and took out a handkerchief to carefully bandage her wound.
"Molly, how many years has it been?" Robert sighed, gently stroking her soft hair, and continued, "You never learn, so this time, I will make sure you do."
After saying this, he stood up and walked indifferently to the door, ready to leave.
But Molly couldn't let him leave. If Robert left, Kyle would be finished this time. She couldn't take that!
Molly lunged again, clinging to Robert's leg like her life depended on it, shaking all over. "Robert, I'll do whatever you want, I swear. Just don't hurt him anymore. Take it out on me, please. I can't bear to owe him any more."
She was on her knees, tears streaming down her face, begging like she had nothing left. Robert looked at her, completely broken, but it didn't bring him any satisfaction.
He was never the good guy, and he didn't have a soft spot. The brutal life he lived abroad taught him that being at the top meant never showing mercy. Otherwise, that kindness would come back to bite him.
Molly and Kyle had tried to screw him over, and they needed to learn their lesson. But Robert wasn't aiming to kill Kyle; dead people were hard to forget than the living. He didn't want Molly thinking about another guy for the rest of her life!
Robert squatted down again, his voice weirdly gentle, "Molly, you know I don't want to hurt you, but you never learn. If I don't make you remember this time, you'll just do it again. I'm running out of patience."
"I won't, I swear I won't." Molly clung to his arm, her tear-filled eyes red, pleading desperately.
Robert had seen her tough side plenty of times. This weak, helpless look, combined with her beautiful face, was seriously pitiful. Molly had this charm, especially with those pure, tear-filled eyes, they were just captivating.
What Robert needed now was to teach her a lesson so harsh she'd never think of betraying him again. But right now, he felt a wild urge, just wanting to make love to her.
Robert never denied himself; after five years without touching a woman, he was losing control. He reached out, grabbed Molly's chin, and kissed her hard on those tempting lips.
Molly's eyes went wide in shock, then she started struggling like crazy. But that just made Robert kiss her harder, biting her lips until they bled.
The taste of blood made the kiss even more intense. Molly was like a tempting flower, looking so alluring, and once their lips touched, he was impossible to let go.
For the past five years, no matter how much he wanted or desired, Robert never thought of finding another woman. He held back, only dreaming of her. In those restless nights and fervid dreams, they intertwined, making love with such intensity that it felt as though the world turned upside down.
Molly fought back fiercely, and Robert threw her to the ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips stained red, looking like a terrifying demon.
He snapped, "Molly, it seems you don't get it."
Being interrupted when he was getting into it really pissed him off. Robert's anger was clear, his handsome face cold, and without a second thought, he grabbed the door handle.
"Don't!" Molly grabbed him again, "Don't go."
She hesitated for a few seconds, then seemed to make up her mind, "Let's go somewhere else, Robert, please."
Robert glanced at the big glass behind him, the scene still playing out on the other side, and instantly got it. He flashed a wicked grin, his handsome face twisted with malice, and said slowly, "I think here is just perfect."
Molly's face went as white as a ghost.
Robert wasn't in any rush. He bent down leisurely, wiping away her tears, and said slowly, "Since you're so indecisive, let's wait until you make up your mind, shall we?"
The sound of the door lock clicking open made Molly shiver all over. "Don't go." She grabbed him, straightened up, and her delicate fingers reached for Robert's belt.
She had been with Robert enough times to know exactly how to please him. Every move she made sent waves of excitement through Robert, flooding his brain.
Robert knew he had her right where he wanted. This version of Molly was too tempting, too irresistible.
With a dull thud, he pressed her against the glass. Molly looked at Kyle on the other side, her whole body tensing up like a coiled spring. "No..."
Her strained and broken cries were lost in the chaos.
Robert's slightly panting voice sounded like a demon's whisper, "Molly, look at you. After all this, you're still here, pleasing me."
Robert's humiliating words and actions crushed the last bit of Molly's dignity. She felt less than human, more like a tool for venting, or an animal being mistreated.
The emotionless thrusts hurt Molly so much that even her toes curled up. This time, neither of them found any pleasure; it was all pain. Both were making love with suppressed, unreleased anger.
Time seemed to slow and stretch, replaying Molly's entire life. Before meeting Robert, it was sweet and full of flowers; after meeting Robert, her life was filled with endless darkness.
So, she shouldn't drag another person into the darkness, she thought before losing consciousness. But Molly still remembered her mission, weakly saying, "You promised me, let him go."
These words only brought more brutal torment from Robert.
Finally, Molly couldn't hold on and slowly slid down from the glass. Her fainting did not awaken any sympathy in Robert; he felt he had already been merciful. They wanted his life, but he only wanted Molly.
Robert draped his suit over Molly's broken body, covering the marks of madness. After this, he believed Molly would never dare to betray him again, which was what he wanted.
In Robert's philosophy, if he couldn't have it, he would destroy it! If it really couldn't continue, he would personally obliterate her rather than let her fall into another man's embrace.
When Molly woke up again, it was two days later. Her body was already fragile, and the sudden stimulation of Kyle's situation and the intense sex almost shattered her.
The nurse saw her not speaking, crying heavily, and quickly went to find Robert. When Robert pushed the door open and came in, Molly couldn't wait to ask, "Where's Kyle? Did you let him go?"
Robert's face immediately darkened, "Molly, do you think I have a good temper?"
The first thing she did upon waking was to cry and look for Kyle.
Molly didn't care if Robert was angry; she just grabbed his fingers and said, "You promised me, you can't go back on your word."
Robert's chest was full of anger, but he had to hold it in. Because the doctor said Molly's body was like a hollowed-out tree, looking fine on the outside but utterly decayed inside. She needed to be well taken care of, less stimulated, and maybe she could live a few more years.
Robert was so pissed at the time that he called the hospital director and had that doctor fired. What did he mean by a few more years? Molly was only in her twenties; how could she only have a few more years?
But Robert still remembered the doctor's words. He didn't like such words, didn't want to hear them, and didn't seek further medical advice for Molly. But privately, he hired a nutritionist to take care of her diet, providing all kinds of health supplements.
Molly had no mood to read his expressions and anxiously asked again, "Robert, I'm asking you!"
She didn't even realize she was holding Robert's entire hand, which improved his mood a bit.
Robert said unhurriedly, "Don't worry, he's not dead. Rene took him back to nurse him."
Molly's anxious heart finally began to relax.
"By the way, Rene also asked me to thank you." Robert's tone was mocking, "Thank you for sparing Kyle."
Molly understood; Rene wasn't really thanking her, just indirectly telling her to leave Kyle alone and not contact him again.
Molly hadn't planned to contact Kyle again; as long as he was okay, that was enough.
Robert took the supplements from the nurse and said, "You can go now."
After the nurse left, Robert sat down and patiently fed her spoon by spoon.
"I don't want to eat," Molly resisted.
"Is it because I'm feeding you?" Robert asked.
Robert seemed calm, but his eyes betrayed him. Molly didn't want to anger him; being locked up by Robert would only be bad for her. She had important things to do, so she forced herself to eat despite the nausea.
Robert was very satisfied. Halfway through feeding, he suddenly said, "The doctor said you had a C-section five years ago."
Molly started coughing violently at these words. She didn't have a scar-prone body, and the surgical scar from back then had been treated with special scar removal techniques, making it almost invisible to the naked eye.
But doctors were different; with precise examinations, they could definitely find out.
"What's the rush?" Robert calmly patted her back, his face showing no emotion, and said, "Molly, did you secretly give birth to that child?"
Molly was struck as if by lightning. Robert's tone wasn't a question but a statement.
Molly forced herself to stay calm and replied, "Robert, are you crazy? You know what happened to that child back then."
But Robert didn't believe her, coldly questioning, "Molly, five years ago, you didn't actually get rid of that child, did you?"
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