Chapter 617 It's a Miracle that She Can Wake Up
Once Molly stepped out, she was done with Taylor. No more chances. She plopped down on the ground, staring at the paternity report, feeling the irony hit her hard.
'Does Robert really want Taylor?' Molly thought. He just got another way to control her.
Molly's eyes were empty, and she gave a faint smile, saying, "Robert, you really want to drive me to the edge, huh?"
Those words hit Robert like a knife to the heart. It felt like his heart was being torn apart and hollowed out. His love and hate for Molly were both real. Why did Molly always seem so toxic and dangerous, so determined to hurt him before she stopped?
Robert looked at her and asked coldly, "Wanna see your mom?"
Molly's dead heart started to flicker back to life. She turned her head like a puppet, looked at him, and said slowly, "What did you say?"
"Your mom's alive," Robert said.
With just that sentence, Molly deflated like a popped balloon, all her fight and resistance gone. Robert held all the cards: Taylor, Leah.
Molly, like a lifeless rag doll, was pulled into Robert's arms. His chin rested on her hair, greedily inhaling the scent that haunted his dreams.
"Molly, you know what I want. Don't be stubborn with me, okay?" Even if she was like a puppet, holding her in his arms softened Robert's heart, which was as hard as stone.
Robert kissed her hair wildly and said hoarsely, "You want me to admit defeat? Fine, I admit it, just don't run away anymore, never again."
This was Robert's first surrender. Even with two cards in his hand, he still felt helpless against Molly. The thought that she didn't belong to him and could leave anytime always made his heart race.
When he found Taylor, Robert's first reaction was actually a sigh of relief. With Taylor, Molly would stay by his side, forever and ever.
The black luxury car sped down the asphalt road. Molly sat by the window, her eyes only seeing the bleak winter night, as desolate as she felt.
From the moment she got into this car, she knew some things were irreversible. She didn't know what to do. Before seeing Leah, she couldn't think of anything. Her mind was a mess, filled with so many things, yet it felt blank.
Molly felt like she was losing her mind. Her head was full of countless thoughts, but none of them were her own.
When they arrived at the nursing home, Molly was surprised to find out how close Leah was. Step by step, she walked into the nursing home. When she was almost at the room door, Molly suddenly stopped.
Molly didn't know how to face this. The news was too sudden. She hadn't even had time to process it, and she was already here. She thought Leah had long passed away, but she was still alive in this world.
Molly stood still, afraid that it was all a dream. When she pushed open that door, it might be empty behind it, and her hope would be shattered once again.
Molly was thinking this, so much so that she didn't even feel Robert holding her hand and leading her forward until that door was pushed open.
On the hospital bed, Leah sat calmly watching TV. She didn't even flinch when they walked in.
"Mom." Molly's tears burst out uncontrollably as she rushed to hug Leah.
"Mom," Molly cried, hugging Leah and shouting. But Leah was like a mannequin in a display window, not speaking, not even responding.
Molly cried for a while before realizing something was off. She shook Leah's shoulders and asked frantically, "Mom, what's wrong with you? Do you recognize me? I'm Molly."
Leah finally made some sounds, mumbling a few times, even drooling from the corner of her mouth.
Molly didn't dare to touch her anymore. She turned her tearful eyes to Robert and asked, "What's wrong with my mom?"
Molly had always been strong, especially in front of Robert, like an indomitable warrior. Such a broken appearance was rarely shown.
Robert's heart shrank painfully, and he almost wanted to reach out and hug her. In the end, he didn't reach out and explained lightly, "It's a miracle that she could wake up."
Leah waking up from a brain-dead state, it was impossible to expect her to be like a normal person.
A few years ago, Leah was still lying flat, unable to move anything except occasionally blinking her eyes. Later, Robert found the best doctors and sent Leah to the best nursing home. After relentless efforts, Leah could not only move her hands and feet but also sit up.
Letting her watch TV was also part of the nursing home's program to stimulate her brain. But it didn't seem to have much effect. Leah still had no reaction.
As Molly gazed at Leah's familiar face, memories she had long suppressed came flooding back: the brightly lit kitchen, the steaming stew pot, Leah busy cooking, and Harrison setting the table.
Seeing Molly come back, they all smiled happily. "Molly's back." The voices sounded simultaneously, filled with happiness and warmth.
But soon, another memory surfaced: Harrison in the study, the light on all night, Leah coming out of the study with almost untouched soup, standing still for a while with a worried expression.
That was when Robert started attacking their family. Molly believed that as long as her family was together and united, they could overcome any difficulties ahead. The worst that could happen was bankruptcy, but it didn't matter. She had skills and could work to support her parents.
But at that time, Molly never thought that wasn't the worst outcome. Soon, Harrison was hospitalized, and Leah stayed up all night to take care of him. The once gentle and kind Leah, because of Harrison's illness and those rumors, spoke harshly to Molly.
That slap landed on Molly's face, but it hurt Leah's heart. Leah didn't understand how the Molly she had lovingly raised could become someone else's mistress. Leah felt her dignity was trampled on and that she had let down Harrison, who was lying in bed.
On the eve of the Koch family's downfall, Harrison seemed to have a premonition and called Molly. "Molly, if I'm not here anymore, you must be strong, take good care of yourself, and take good care of your mom."
Back then, Molly cried and said, "Dad, don't say that. We'll be fine. At worst, we'll lose the company. We can slowly pay off those debts. There will be a day when we can pay them off."
Molly naively said, "Our family of three can live an ordinary life. As long as we're together, there's nothing we can't overcome."
But the next day, Molly saw Harrison lying in a pool of blood, with a large dent in his head and his leg missing. The once golden welcome floor, symbolizing the glory of the Koch Group, was covered in blood. Harrison was dead.
Molly promised to take care of Leah, but in the end, she didn't. Now, Leah's appearance was like a shackle, completely locking Molly down.
Robert reached out a hand and patted Molly's shoulder reassuringly. Molly suddenly screamed. In her eyes, that hand was covered in blood, the blood of the Kochs.
Robert's hand hung in mid-air, his face extremely grim. Such rejection and disgust were already deeply ingrained in Molly. She hated him and didn't understand why he wouldn't let her go.
"Being so afraid of me is not good. We still have to live together in the future, don't we?" Robert smiled sinisterly, his eyes filled with a murderous aura.
Molly found it utterly ridiculous and mocked, "Have you ever seen enemies living together? Robert, you're really crazy."
Robert said coldly, "It's a miracle that I haven't gone crazy all these years." In fact, he had long gone mad inside, not just mad, but incurably so.
After Molly left, during those sleepless nights, he felt not only hatred but also fear, imagining her completely disappearing from his world. That deepening sense of loneliness felt like sinking into a quagmire, with no way out.
Meanwhile, Molly felt like she could go crazy at any moment, her mind about to explode. She said, "Don't you think you're despicable for doing this? You hid my mom, found Taylor, they're all just your bargaining chips to force me."
"Despicable?" Robert sneered coldly. "Even if I'm despicable, it's because you forced me to be!"
Molly lowered her head as if she was indifferent to anything he said.
Robert leaned in and grabbed her chin. "Don't you know, killing you is as easy as squashing an ant, and what did you do to me? Stabbing my body, stealing evidence to send me to jail, you've tried to kill me so many times, and I let you go again and again. When you were with Kyle, I was sleepless and frantically searching for you. Molly, why are you so heartless? When you were enjoying those moments, did you ever think of me?"
As Robert said these words, his whole body trembled with anger. Even at this point, he still couldn't get her to compromise. He gazed at Molly with deep eyes, as if he wanted to devour her and merge with her. Robert truly felt both love and hate, so much pain that it was tearing him apart.
"I hate you," Molly said, her face covered in tears, her words muffled.
Robert pulled her into his arms, and as soon as he touched her, she screamed loudly, "Don't touch me!"
Molly hit Robert's chest with all her might, but to someone as strong as him, it was like a mere tickle. He forcefully trapped Molly in his arms, holding her tightly.
Molly's body was so fragile, it seemed like he could break her if he used any more force. A hot tear wet Robert's eyelashes. "I hate you too, Molly, but I can't help it."
He thought to himself, 'Molly, why can't you compromise for once? Is it that hard?' If he wasn't forceful, she would always avoid him like the plague. If he wasn't despicable, he would lose her forever.
Robert lowered his head, seeking her lips, pressing down hard. For him, getting her was all that mattered, no matter the method.
Molly desperately tried to avoid him, her tears flowing like a flood, unstoppable. "Robert, don't touch me, not here." This scene felt like the beginning, when Robert did the same to her in Harrison's ward.
Looking at the shivering Molly, Robert finally gave in. He lifted her with one hand and left the ward. Once in the car, Molly curled up in a corner, crying non-stop, as if she wanted to cry out all the tears of her life.
If it were just Taylor, she could still hold on, but there was also Leah. These two were the people she would protect even at the cost of her life.
Molly was taken back to the Silverleaf Suites by Robert. She returned to this cage-like place. She stood at the door, unwilling to go in.
Robert turned back to look at her, smiling mockingly. "What? Do you think the place you lived in is dirty?"
Molly mustered the courage to go in, but she couldn't lift her foot several times. She was filled with fear of this place. As soon as she stepped in, her ambiguous relationship with Robert would continue to entangle her.
Molly stood outside the door, looking at him coldly. "I want to see Taylor. Taylor is not in good health."
"You know he's not in good health?" Robert looked at her coldly. "Then why did you hide him outside for so long?"
Robert had been busy looking for Molly as soon as he came back and hadn't had time to check Taylor's health.
He didn't have deep feelings for Taylor yet. His father had also raised him with a strict and wild upbringing, and parental affection was always very faint in the Perot family.
So Robert didn't know how normal families maintained father-son relationships, he just rigidly applied his father's standards.
However, he wouldn't use a belt to punish for minor mistakes like his father did. Taylor was so frail that one belt strike might kill him.
Robert thought about it and decided he needed to arrange a full-body checkup for Taylor tomorrow. He looked at Molly coldly. "You hid him, but you couldn't give him a good life. The child is so weak, I don't think you're fit to raise Taylor."
Robert thought Taylor's pale face was due to malnutrition, not knowing that Taylor had a serious illness.
Molly lost her temper instantly. She took off her shoe and threw it, hitting Robert on the shoulder. "Robert, you have no idea!" Molly glared at him, her eyes filled with surging hatred.
The hit was heavy, but the pain was nothing to Robert. However, a man's dignity could not be violated. Robert's face changed, and he sneered coldly. "I know you were having an affair with Kyle outside, leaving my son with a nanny."
Robert pointed at her face, gritting his teeth. "Molly, just for that, you can't compete with me for Taylor!"
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