Chapter 615 I'll Listen to Everything You Say
Noticing Robert's silence, Patrick chimed in, "I wasn't thrilled about Rosie marrying you at first because I could tell your heart wasn't in it. But she was so insistent, I had to go along with it. Robert, let's be real, the Mitchell family has treated you pretty well, right? When no one else would back you, we took that risk. I've always adored Rosie. She's the spitting image of her mom, even has the same temperament, always putting emotions first. That's why I only asked for one promise from you back then."
Patrick added with a hint of warning, "You can't do anything shady."
Robert had to respond, his voice heavy, "Don't worry, I remember."
"You better remember," Patrick said, giving Robert's shoulder a pat. "Guys hanging out will inevitably run into some women. Back in the day, Rosie's mom and I had our share of fights, but she was easy to calm down. You need to put in the effort, sweet-talk her more. Even if you have someone on the side, don't let it affect her and cause trouble."
Patrick had his fair share of mistresses, and as a man, he understood men's nature well. There would always be that one unforgettable person in their heart.
However, they would put in more effort for their mistress, but their wives' position couldn't be shaken. Just like back then, no matter how much Rosie's mom and he fought, Patrick would never let her become his wife.
At this point, Robert nodded and said in a deep voice, "I promised you the wedding would go as planned, but I also want a promise from you."
Patrick stroked his beard and said robustly, "Go ahead."
"Don't mess with the people around me," Robert said bluntly, his voice firm. "Under any circumstances, my people are my responsibility."
Patrick was annoyed but didn't show it, thinking it wasn't worth straining relations between the two families over this. He had been in love before and knew that the current infatuation would fade in three to five years.
Patrick readily agreed. "I promise you."
Robert entered Rosie's room to check on her. Rosie lay on the bed, her lips pale and bloodless. She was a completely different person from Molly.
Rosie had been well-protected since childhood, never suffering any harm. Apart from being a bit spoiled, she was quite pure. As a result, she was as delicate as a little white flower, making men want to protect her, except for Robert.
Years of experience had made Robert indifferent to delicate people who needed protection. Robert liked those with a temper, vibrant and dazzling, like a desert rose blooming in a no-man's land, thorny and striking.
And the only one who fit this description was Molly. Molly was that desert rose, and only a long-traveling wanderer would understand the significance of this rose.
"Feeling better?" Robert sat down by the bed.
Rosie turned her head away, feeling very wronged and angry, unwilling to talk to him. She felt she had given her passionate heart but wasn't treated well in return. She didn't realize that she had proposed the deal in the first place.
Robert said, "Don't be so foolish next time. Not every time will someone appear so timely. Don't entrust your life to others; it's not worth it." It was hard to believe that the usually cold-hearted Robert would say something like that.
Robert's eyes were intense, like he was giving Rosie advice or maybe a warning. After saying that, he stood up and said, "Get some rest. You need to be in good shape for the wedding."
Just as Robert was about to leave, Rosie suddenly got up and hugged him from behind, crying. "Don't go."
"Robert, you're so cruel. You ignore me." Rosie cried until her eyes were swollen.
While Robert was gone, she felt incredibly wronged and cried all the time. He didn't answer her calls, didn't reply to her long messages, and even when she had Patrick call him, he didn't pick up.
For the first time, Rosie experienced Robert's coldness. When she cut her wrist, she thought it would bring him back. But when the blood started flowing, she chickened out. She didn't want to die at all.
The road to death was lonely, and without Robert, she wasn't willing to give him up and die. So she called the servants, and after a lot of fuss and bandaging, Patrick was furious and finally called Robert over.
Robert stood still, his well-defined figure under the suit, exuding enough charm to play the field. He gently pushed her hand away, looked down at her, and asked, "Have you thought it through?"
"I have, Robert." Rosie didn't dare say anything that would upset him. She knew that with gains came losses. With the wedding approaching, using such a suicide tactic to gain sympathy too often would only make him annoyed. Once was enough; she wouldn't dare use it again.
"I'll listen to you from now on. Don't leave me." Rosie cried so hard she could barely breathe, her face full of tears, making anyone feel pity.
For a socialite to go this far, no man could remain unmoved. Moreover, Rosie had no scandals, never bullied others, and rarely had conflicts with anyone.
Hearing that, Robert felt very satisfied. He patted her head and said calmly, "Very good."
Late at night, Molly lay in bed, the lights in the ward long extinguished. She stared at the ceiling in the dark. On the surface, she was very calm, but inside, she was in turmoil. That sense of confusion and helplessness was fully displayed when she was alone.
Molly had to hide herself well, always appearing calm and composed in front of everyone, while inside, she was thinking about how to escape. She had failed twice already and didn't have many chances left to change her situation.
Whether it was faking her death or escaping, she always ended up back at square one. It was as if Robert had a kite string attached to her, and with a slight pull, he could bring her back. All her resistance seemed like a joke in the end.
Molly thought miserably, 'Why? Why is the world so unfair to me?'
When the door opened, the familiar footsteps made Molly's body shiver. She hurriedly closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
The footsteps stopped by the bed. Molly felt as if a pair of venomous eyes were staring at her, making her feel uncomfortable.
After a while, Robert spoke, "Molly, sometimes I wonder what would happen to me if you really died." He seemed unaware that she was awake and said this.
Then, the shadow of Robert's large hand loomed over her, covering her slender neck. For a moment, Molly felt that Robert really wanted to kill her.
After a while, the footsteps receded. Molly opened her eyes again, breathing as if she had just escaped death. She couldn't just sit and wait for death; she needed to see Kyle and find a way to contact Isadora.
Maybe it was because she was back in Robert's territory, the unease in Molly's heart kept growing. She had a feeling that a secret she had kept for a long time was about to be exposed.
Molly looked outside the door, where four bodyguards were stationed, and inside, there were two rotating caregivers.
On the bedside table, there was a cup of water in a thermos, which the previous caregiver had made for her before their shift ended. Molly took a sip and had an idea.
In the following days, Robert was busy with something and didn't come by for three days. During these three days, Molly became quite familiar with the more amiable caregiver.
She learned that her name was Katya Thompson, a warm and lively person with a cheerful personality. Although Katya was enthusiastic, she never pried into others' privacy and spoke with discretion.
Seeing that Molly had a good appetite today, Katya peeled a fruit, cut it into pieces, and handed it to her. "Ms. Koch, try this. Zack brought it this morning. I don't even recognize it, but he said it's an imported fruit that's very good for your health."
After eating half, Molly couldn't eat any more and said to Katya, "You can have the rest."
Katya didn't dare eat it. These precious things were something she had never seen before, let alone ate them. It took Molly a few more words to persuade her, saying that if she didn't eat it, it would just go to waste.
Katya felt it would be a shame to waste it, so she ate it. The fruit had a soft texture, like ice cream or cream, something Katya couldn't quite describe, but it was very delicious. She felt a bit guilty eating it, thinking that her child had never tasted such a delicious fruit, yet she had.
Molly noticed Katya's expression and smiled. "Katya, take some home for your child to try."
Katya quickly declined. "No, I've already tasted it. I can't take more home. Mr. Perot instructed Zack to bring this for your health."
Katya's husband was a driver, and their money went towards their child's education and a small house they had bought, about 600 square feet, with a mortgage. Although small, it was a home.
But the mortgage was a heavy burden, causing Katya a lot of stress, so she was very frugal. Katya's child had only ever eaten apples, bananas, and pears, which were cheap and nutritious enough. She didn't dare buy unfamiliar fruits at the store.
Katya did want her husband and child to try this fruit because, without the owner's generosity, they might never get to taste it in their lifetime.
However, Katya was of good character and never took anything from the owner without permission, nor did she take advantage of it casually.
Katya's family was poor but dignified. Ordinary food could keep them fed, and there was no need to lose their dignity over it.
"Katya, I absolutely don't mean to look down on you," Molly explained, "It's just that if you don't take the fruit, it will be thrown away, and I think that's a waste."
After a few days of interaction, Katya knew that Molly was different from her previous employers. Molly was kind-hearted and didn't make the servants feel unapproachable.
Seeing that Katya was tempted, Molly continued, "You know my stomach isn't good, and I can't eat much fruit every day. Throwing away so much fruit every day is really wasteful. If you don't mind, take it home for your family to try."
This was Robert's instruction: the fruit had to be the freshest every day, and since the ward temperature wasn't suitable for storing fruit, any uneaten fruit was to be thrown away.
Katya thought about it and agreed. Seeing the fruit thrown away every day was indeed heartbreaking. Since Molly had said so, refusing would seem overly rigid. Katya happily said, "Thank you, Ms. Koch."
After this, their relationship grew closer. Katya later told her that her son had eaten the fruit and said it was the best he had ever tasted.
Katya spoke with such joy, revealing the simple happiness of ordinary people. Molly watched with envy, as this simple happiness was all she had ever sought.
That afternoon, while the bodyguards were away, Molly made a request to Katya. "Katya, can you help me deliver a message?"
Katya asked, "Ms. Koch, who do you want to send a message to?"
Before starting her shift, Zack had instructed her to monitor Molly's every move and report everything she said. Katya didn't dare disobey, but she selectively reported what Molly said during her shift.
Molly said, "My husband."
Katya was stunned. "Your husband? Then Mr. Perot is..."
Molly told Katya that she was forced to come by Robert, that she had entanglements with him, and that he wanted to break up her marriage.
The story between her and Robert would take days and nights to tell if she were to explain it all. In her heart, Kyle was her only husband, and if she were to marry, it would only be to Kyle.
Katya listened, her heart pounding. She had always thought Robert was Molly's husband. After all, Robert was always by her side, and he had personally admitted to being Molly's husband when the doctor called for the patient's family. But it turned out he wasn't.
Seeing it this way, she thought this sickly Molly was quite pitiful. "Why don't you call the cops?" Katya asked, though she found it laughable herself. Robert didn't seem like an ordinary person, and with his power, calling the police probably wouldn't help.
Molly gave a bitter smile. "I've tried every method."
Seeing her pale face and sharp chin, Katya felt a pang of sympathy. "How can I help you?"
Molly felt a glimmer of hope. She hadn't planned on deceiving Katya from the start; she just felt that Katya was kind-hearted and wanted to take a chance. Unexpectedly, Katya agreed to help her.
Molly said, "I guess he's also being treated here, but I don't know which ward. Can you help me find out which ward the son of the Scott family is in? His name is Kyle."
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