Chapter 622 Robert's Girlfriend
Francis' eyes were as deep as if they could see through everything.
Harper instinctively looked down at herself; the towel had become disheveled from her recent movements.
Because of business trips and the kids, they hadn't made love for half a month.
Harper blushed and said, "I'll go check if the kids are asleep."
Just as Harper was about to turn around, Francis effortlessly pulled her back, seating her firmly on his lap.
His voice was deep, sexy, and rich. "The kids are with my mom next door, and Agnes is with them. They're not here tonight."
As he spoke, Francis' broad hand was already on her waist, his left hand propped on the desk, pressing her entire back against it.
Harper's face turned flush, and she whispered, "Stop it, we are in the study. The servants might see us."
"They're all on vacation." Francis untied the only knot on her robe.
The robe fell to the floor, and her long hair softly spread out on the desk, adding an enticing charm.
"Vacation?" Harper's cheeks were extremely blush from the position, her heartbeat gradually losing control.
"I gave them the time off." Francis lowered his head to kiss her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of marks, gently biting and sucking, driving her wild.
"Honey," Harper softly called out.
"Tonight, you can freely express yourself." Francis' voice was hoarse. "There's no one around."
Everyone was on vacation, and even the kids were taken by Abigail.
Abigail quickly understood and was happy to take the kids, bringing them next door without a word.
"Let's go to the bedroom, honey." Harper shyly raised her hand to cover her face.
But Francis didn't give her the chance, lowering his head to kiss her lips, pinning her hands directly on the desk.
"Okay." Francis's voice was husky. "Do you want to make love at the floor-to-ceiling window, the bathroom, or the sink?"
Hearing his words, Harper was too shy to answer.
Francis' desire was overwhelming; after marriage, they had sex almost five days a week, trying everywhere.
This important business trip was the longest they had been apart since getting married.
Francis was more frantic than ever, extremely eager, his eyes burning with fire, and with a stretch of his arm, he changed her position.
"Francis," Harper exclaimed in surprise.
"I can't hold back." Francis' voice was so hoarse it made her heart race. "Let's start here, and later, we'll revisit all those places."
Harper's lips were captured again.
The room was filled with passion, Harper's voice swallowed by Francis, enduring his dominant yet gentle possession.
Molly received Harper's address late at night, her voice was hoarse and obviously fresh from sex.
Molly was happy for Harper's happy married life.
Francis was a gentleman, willing to give up everything for Harper, including his life.
This was something many men couldn't do, and such a man deserved Harper's wholehearted devotion.
Moreover, Francis was also excellent at raising the kids. At a previous gathering, Molly had seen from afar Francis pushing the twins' stroller with one hand while holding Agnes with the other, always vigilant of any potential dangers around them, showing great care for his kids.
With such emotionally stable parents, the children were bound to turn out well.
However, Robert couldn't even control himself, let alone educate a child.
If Taylor accidentally saw that side of him, Molly couldn't imagine the lifelong shadow it would cast on Taylor.
Molly handed the medication to the testing agency Harper recommended, determined not to let Taylor end up like that.
On her way back, Molly received a text from Kyle.
Kyle: [I'm going abroad for treatment, don't worry.]
The short message immediately raised Molly's suspicions.
They used to have a secret pact to send messages without punctuation at the end.
This one had punctuation, clearly not from Kyle.
Moreover, if Kyle were really going for treatment, he wouldn't just send a simple text without discussing it with her in person or over the phone.
Molly's brow furrowed, feeling deeply uneasy.
She quickly hailed a cab to Kyle's hospital.
On the way, she called, but the number was disconnected, and the only contact method was now void.
Molly's anxiety grew.
At the hospital, she went to the second floor and pushed open the ward door, calling, "Kyle?"
A man turned around on the bed, but it wasn't Kyle.
"Who are you?" The man asked, puzzled.
Molly's heart sank.
She whispered, "Sorry, I must have the wrong ward."
Before leaving, Molly turned back and asked, "Excuse me, do you know when the previous patient left?"
The man shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know. I just moved in this morning."
"Sorry to bother you," Molly said, turning away dejectedly.
Molly knew Kyle had been moved by the Scotts for treatment.
After returning, Molly inquired about the Scott family and found out, as Robert had said, that Kyle was the only heir left.
Though Kyle was an illegitimate child, he was still a Scott and could rightfully inherit the family's assets.
Without Kyle, the Scott family would be divided among others.
Someone as shrewd as Rene would naturally understand this.
At this moment, they wouldn't harm Kyle, because they couldn't afford to.
Even knowing Kyle was abroad for treatment, Molly couldn't go looking for him now.
First, she had to fight Robert for Taylor's custody.
Second, she didn't want to disrupt Kyle's treatment.
Molly knew how much Kyle valued his hands. Even if he didn't practice medicine in the future, no one wanted to be physically impaired.
He was young now, but the issues with his hands and feet would become more apparent with age.
Molly had planned to accompany Kyle for treatment after resolving Taylor's situation, but this might be for the best, given the uncertainty of when Taylor's matter would be settled.
Kyle's wrist was becoming increasingly uncooperative; it couldn't wait any longer.
And she believed that as long as she persisted, Kyle would come back to her.
Molly knew that no matter who abandoned her, Kyle wouldn't.
Kyle was like Taylor, Isadora, and Harper, someone who would never, ever abandon her.
Three days later, the lab results came back.
It was indeed medication for treating mental illness. Molly was ecstatic upon receiving the results.
That afternoon, she contacted a lawyer, handed over the documents, and fully entrusted the lawyer with Taylor's custody case.
During those three days, Molly hadn't contacted Robert or visited Taylor.
Although she was tormented inside, having Isadora around made her feel more at ease.
At this point, it was a tug-of-war. If Molly wanted to win custody of Taylor, she couldn't show any weakness now.
About a week later, she believed Robert had also received the notice.
The lawyer Molly had hired suddenly returned her retainer, saying they couldn't take her case anymore.
This lawyer was the best in Northfield for custody cases, and though expensive, Molly valued her expertise. She hadn't expected such a renowned lawyer to back out.
Molly went to confront the lawyer, but she avoided her.
Molly was unwilling to give up, suspecting the lawyer had been threatened.
She then approached several other law firms, but it seemed they all received the same notice at the same time, refusing to take her case.
As soon as they heard she was suing Robert, they all shook their heads.
Molly had no choice but to ask Harper out.
At the café, Harper held Molly's hand, concerned. "Molly, you've lost weight."
Molly forced a smile. "I've actually gained some weight."
The weight she had gained while being cared for by Kyle had melted away due to recent setbacks and not being able to see Taylor, leaving her exhausted.
Harper shook her head. "I can tell. If you need my help, just say the word."
Molly explained how Robert had taken Taylor away.
Harper clenched her fists in anger. "That Robert is such a bastard. After all these years, what has he done? He just takes the child away easily and doesn't let you see him. Who does he think he is!"
But there was nothing they could do. Robert had the paternity test, with Molly's past medical records, and Harrison's financial issues, including her wrongful imprisonment.
Each of these could prevent Molly from gaining custody.
Molly's only hope now was Robert's mental illness. In court, a father with a mental illness couldn't be granted sole custody.
"I understand," Harper said, "You need a lawyer, right?"
"Yes, one who can't be threatened by Robert and specializes in custody cases."
"I happen to know someone," Harper said, pulling out a contact and explaining the situation.
The person agreed readily.
Molly was still worried, considering the first lawyer she had hired was already very reputable and well-paid but had backed out.
Harper said, "I'll send your information over. He can start the process as early as next week. This lawyer used to be our legal advisor at the Getty Group. He resigned and went abroad for some reason, but his skills are top-notch."
Hearing that he was from the Getty Group's legal department reassured Molly.
The Getty Group's legal team was known for being unbeatable in various cases.
And since Harper was the one recommending him, he wouldn't be swayed by Robert.
Molly squeezed Harper's hand, sincerely saying, "Harper, I'm sorry to trouble you with my issues."
After all, Francis and Robert were good friends. Although their professional paths had diverged years ago, they still had personal connections.
Having Francis' former legal advisor sue Robert might strain their relationship.
"There's nothing to be sorry about. Taylor is my godson," Harper said, "And Francis is a reasonable man. He knows this is Robert's fault and won't say anything. He might even try to talk some sense into Robert."
Molly sighed in relief, "Thank you, Harper."
Harper patted her hand, comforting her, "Don't worry. I know Robert well, so I don't want Taylor to suffer with him."
Soon, the lawyer Harper found got in touch with Molly.
"Ms. Koch, hello, I'm Caspian." Caspian Whitney discussed the case with her, showing his professionalism and reliability.
Caspian said directly, "Ms. Koch, I've reviewed the case. Your only advantage is Mr. Perot's mental illness. Without that, winning this lawsuit would be nearly impossible."
Molly knew this; otherwise, she would have already taken Taylor back.
"So, Ms. Koch, can you confirm that Mr. Perot has been consistently taking medication for his condition?" Caspian asked.
"I can confirm that." Molly nodded.
When she was with Robert, she had seen him taking medication to control his mania, a condition that had worsened since his parents' death.
"Well, As long as you can confirm Mr. Perot's mental illness, I can help you win this case." Caspian wasn't boasting. His track record at the Getty Group was impressive, winning countless cases. He had resigned to further his studies abroad.
Molly felt reassured and more confident after hearing this.
The court process wasn't quick, and it had already been over a month since these events began.
Molly often thought of Kyle, wondering how his treatment was going.
One day, after leaving a restaurant with Caspian, she stood alone by the roadside waiting for a car.
Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure—Lydia.
Molly initially wanted to ignore her, but Lydia spotted her immediately.
"You are..." Lydia thought for a moment, unable to recall who Molly was.
Molly ignored her, checking her phone for the car's arrival.
"You're the woman who was with Robert before," Lydia said loudly.
The words were harsh, especially at the restaurant entrance, with people coming and going.
It made it sound like Molly was a mistress.
Sure enough, passersby looked at Molly with curiosity and disdain.
Indeed, Lydia did it on purpose. She hated such proud women and called out to Molly just to mock her.
Molly said sternly, "I have no relationship with Mr. Perot now, and I wasn't in a relationship with him before."
If there was any relationship, it was only as Taylor's biological parents.
"From then until now, Robert's girlfriends have always been Rosie Mitchell."
Lydia sneered. "You are just Robert's mistress. I was just being polite by saying you were together. You're ungrateful."
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