Chapter 614 If Only He Were Dead
Molly suddenly remembered that snowy day when she asked Kyle if he regretted not being a doctor anymore, saving lives with a scalpel.
Kyle, with his perfect features, had just smiled and said, "Saving lives was never my dream. I never had such big ambitions. I studied medicine just for you. It was the only way to be close to you. I thought I had to become a great doctor to stay by your side, take care of your kids, and the people you love, including you."
Molly shot back at Robert, "Not everyone is like you. Some people just want a simple, happy life with the one they love."
"Like me?" Robert sneered. "What's wrong with that?"
"You're meant for a lonely life because you're cold-blooded, emotionless, and selfish."
Robert didn't care about Molly's words. He was that kind of person, destined to be free from emotional ties. And Molly was the kite that had slipped from his grasp. Someone like him wouldn't let what was his be taken by others.
In the ward, both had their own thoughts. Robert seemed calm, but inside he was in turmoil. He was waiting until he had enough leverage to make his move.
An aging Leah wasn't enough. Leah's body was even more fragile than Molly's; she might not last three to five years. Robert needed something more long-term, something he could hold onto more securely.
Molly knew this mess wouldn't be easy to untangle. The end wouldn't be good. She regretted not marrying Kyle earlier. He had done so much for her, and the least she could do was to make him have fewer regrets.
Just then, Robert's phone rang. After answering, his expression changed. He came back to the ward and told Molly, "Get some rest. I'll come back to see you."
Molly stayed silent, as if she hadn't heard him. Robert looked at the two caregivers, still not reassured, and said, "Molly, don't run. You know you can't escape. You might as well behave, and we'll settle our accounts slowly."
He left with a parting shot. "I will make you willing."
Molly stared blankly at the ceiling. When it was time, the caregiver came to feed her, and she ate obediently. Her body couldn't take any more strain. Before seeing Kyle, she needed to conserve her strength.
The caregiver was personally chosen by Robert, a woman in her forties who looked a bit like Leah. So Molly always spoke kindly to the caregiver, seeing Leah in her.
"Ms. Koch, you ate well today. Mr. Perot will be pleased to know," the caregiver said happily as she cleaned up the dishes.
"Does he need you to report even my eating habits to him?" Molly asked softly.
"Yes, Mr. Perot wants us to report everything in detail."
Molly chuckled lightly. "Do you also have to tell him how many times I go to the restroom each day?"
"Well, Mr. Perot is just concerned about you." Sensing Molly's low spirits, the caregiver thought she was angry. After all, nobody likes being treated like a caged bird.
"Ms. Koch, I think Mr. Perot really cares about you," the caregiver said, trying to speak well of Robert. "When you were unconscious, he stayed by your bedside the whole time."
Molly gave a bleak smile and said, "If I die, he won't have his toy anymore."
The caregiver's heart tightened at these words. Molly was stunning, even in her illness, with that tragic beauty aura, but she was very pessimistic.
The caregiver, who had no daughters but loved girls, felt particularly sorry for her. She tried to comfort her, "Ms. Koch, getting along with someone requires compromise. You can't just focus on his bad side; you have to think about his good side too."
Molly asked, "Think about his good side?"
The caregiver replied, "Yes, Mr. Perot was so anxious when you were sick and unconscious. He can't possibly not care about you. Some men are just tough on the outside but soft on the inside. If you think more about his good side, your days will be more joyful, and you'll feel better."
"But he has no good side," Molly whispered to herself, "I can't think of anything good about him. I just want him dead."
The caregiver didn't dare respond to that.
"If only he were dead," Molly said again.
The caregiver quickly grasped Molly's hand and glanced outside.
The other caregiver on shift was washing dishes and wasn't there, and the bodyguards outside didn't seem to have heard.
She whispered, "Ms. Koch, you mustn't say such things. People need to be kinder; life will be easier that way."
This caregiver was ultimately soft-hearted. Robert had instructed them to report everything in detail, but seeing Molly's pale face, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her. As long as the other caregiver wasn't around, she wouldn't report anything that could harm Molly.
"Ms. Koch, if you're tired, get some sleep. Don't say such things, okay?" the caregiver advised.
Perhaps the caregiver's nagging reminded Molly of Leah. Molly gently said okay to the caregiver.
At that moment, the other caregiver came in, and the first caregiver immediately let go of Molly's hand, returning to her tasks with a detached demeanor.
Molly stared blankly at the ceiling, counting the days, wondering when Robert would make his move. This time, what method would he use? There didn't seem to be much left that could tie her down.
Meanwhile, at the Mitchell Manor, Rosie still had a strong smell of blood on her, and her wrist had been treated by the family doctor. She had just attempted suicide by cutting her wrist, but it was discovered in time, so her life was not in danger.
Such matters were not suitable for public exposure at a hospital. Especially with the wedding approaching, if the media got wind of it, there would be endless speculation. Both families would inevitably be affected.
Patrick called Robert over to ask what was going on. He asked Rosie, but she said nothing. Robert was silent for a moment and then said, "I will handle it."
Patrick stopped him and reminded him, "Robert, do you remember the promise you made to me before?"
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