Chapter 623 Things Remain, People Change
Hearing her words, Molly's face instantly turned cold.
Lydia acted as if she didn't see it. Whenever she saw Molly's seductive face, she couldn't help but want to make her suffer.
"Don't pretend to be so high and mighty. Weren't you Robert's mistress back then, selling yourself to gain benefits for the Koch family? Too bad the Koch family was useless and still lost." These words hit Molly's sore spot.
If Lydia knew the truth, she wouldn't have said something so stupid.
If it hadn't been for Robert's constant pressure, her family wouldn't have ended up like this.
Seeing Molly's extremely distressed expression, Lydia thought her words had shamed Molly into silence, which made her feel quite pleased.
Lydia crossed her arms and sneered coldly. "It seems your parents weren't good people either, to let you do such shameless things as ruining other people's relationships."
Lydia was just spouting nonsense, making baseless accusations.
Molly couldn't take it anymore and raised her hand to slap Lydia, but before she could bring it down, a cool hand grabbed her wrist.
The grip was strong, and Molly felt like her wrist bone was about to be crushed, her face turning pale.
Seeing this, Lydia's face lit up with joy, and she leaned in like a delicate bird. "Darling, thank goodness you're here. I was so scared. This crazy woman was going to hit me."
Lydia's sweet tone was a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor, making Molly feel utterly disgusted.
"Miss, why did you try to hit my girlfriend?" A cool, indifferent yet familiar voice sounded from above.
Molly looked up, squinting against the glaring fluorescent light, and saw a chiseled jawline leading up to a refined and handsome face. It was Kyle.
Instantly, Molly's eyes widened, and her heart started pounding.
She couldn't help but think, 'Kyle is back? When does he return? How do I not know at all?'
Lately, Molly had been busy with a case, and to avoid running into Robert, she had barely left the house.
Molly often watched the financial news, and whenever she saw Robert busy with work, she would visit Leah at the nursing home.
But Leah was still the same, not recognizing her at all, only recognizing Robert.
At this moment, Molly's eyes were filled only with Kyle's figure, feeling both joy and a bit of grievance for the difficulties she had faced.
Because of Kyle's constant care, this grievance was almost instinctive, and seeing him made her eyes uncontrollably red.
"Kyle, is your hand better?" Molly asked with concern.
Molly ignored Lydia beside her, only worried about whether his body had fully recovered.
But thinking of the strength he had just shown, his hand should be fine, and judging by his stance, his leg should be fine too.
Molly finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But Kyle's gaze at her was devoid of any warmth, his expression somewhat inexplicable.
Molly's mind hadn't caught up yet, just as she was about to say something.
Lydia slapped her. "Bitch, it was bad enough you seduced Robert, and now you're trying to seduce my boyfriend, right in front of me! You are really shameless!"
Lydia's words were full of disdain, utterly looking down on Molly. Her relationship with Robert had always been ambiguous, and now she was even trying to take her boyfriend.
Molly's face burned with pain, the slap bringing her back to her senses, realizing something was off. 'Why is Kyle acting like he doesn't recognize me?'
Suddenly, Molly's heart sank.
It wasn't that Molly was deliberately thinking the worst of people, but how could she not consider that during Kyle's treatment, the Scotts might have done something, like making him lose his memory?
Before Molly could think further, Lydia had already hooked her arm around Kyle's, saying, "Kyle, let's go. Don't bother with this lunatic. She just loves seducing men.""
Kyle glanced down at Molly, noticing her red eyes, feeling a bit uncomfortable for some reason.
But his mind was blank, with no memory of the Molly in front of him.
Lydia clung to Kyle's arm, urging him to get in the car.
Kyle didn't pursue the matter further and walked towards the car.
Without thinking, Molly hurriedly chased after him, grabbing Kyle's arm. Before she could speak, tears started to fall.
"Kyle, it's me, Molly. Have you forgotten me?" Molly's crying was heartbreakingly beautiful, her delicate face like a luxurious glass ball, fragile and easily broken.
A flash of familiarity crossed Kyle's mind, but it was quickly shattered by Lydia's scream.
"Are you crazy!" Lydia pushed hard.
Molly, unprepared, stumbled and fell.
Her knee throbbed with pain, likely scraped, and soon blood stained her khaki pants, looking quite pitiful.
Seeing Molly's frail state, Lydia was also afraid of accidentally killing her. After all, Robert's attitude towards Molly suggested he wasn't done with her yet.
Lydia couldn't afford to kill Molly outright, or she'd face Robert's wrath.
Lydia tugged at the motionless Kyle, saying, "Kyle, let's go. This woman is crazy. She'll hurt you."
Kyle's eyes lowered, not knowing why, but something seemed to be holding him back, making it impossible for him to move.
"Kyle!" Lydia called again, this time clearly displeased.
Lydia saw Kyle's eyes glued to Molly.
Lydia felt disdain in her heart, thinking, 'What's so great about her? Just because she has bigger breasts, fuller lips, and a more seductive face, all these men can't seem to walk away from her.'
Lydia had to resort to a trick, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain. "Kyle, my stomach suddenly hurts so much."
Lydia hung onto Kyle, who had no choice but to carry her back to the car.
After that, he didn't look at Molly again and drove away.
Molly sat on the ground, watching the car speed away, her eyes misty.
Her heart felt like it was being blocked by something, aching dully.
At this moment, a passerby, Hawk Williams, saw Molly sitting on the ground and gently patted her. "Miss, are you okay?"
This concern made Molly's tears, gathered in her watery eyes, fall like broken pearls, rolling down in large drops.
Hawk was startled by Molly's reaction. "Miss, what's wrong? I... I can take you to the hospital, but I need to record it on my phone. Don't try to scam me."
After all, Molly was crying so miserably. Even though she was beautiful, Hawk couldn't bear to leave her and really started recording on his phone.
"No, no need," Molly said painfully, enduring the twisting pain in her chest.
Seeing her pale face, Hawk asked, "Are you sure? You don't look well."
"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you," Molly said, trying not to hurt the kind-hearted man's feelings.
She couldn't go to the hospital now, Taylor's custody case was going to trial the day after tomorrow and she couldn't afford to have problems at this time.
Even though Kyle's situation had dealt her a huge blow, she didn't have the energy to pursue it. She had a tough battle to fight tomorrow.
Molly forced herself to stand up, limping to a nearby bench to sit down and catch her breath.
Before she could recover, she heard the sound of someone falling.
Molly slid off the bench, completely unresponsive.
"Miss! Can someone call an ambulance?"
Molly was urgently taken to the hospital.
While the doctor was treating her, Molly's phone rang.
Hawk, who had brought her to the hospital, couldn't find her family and quickly answered, "Hello?"
There was silence on the other end, not even the sound of breathing.
Just as Hawk thought the call hadn't connected, a cold, authoritative voice spoke, "Who are you?"
The voice was so cold and deep that Hawk felt an inexplicable sense of pressure, shivering involuntarily.
"I'm the one who brought her to the hospital. This lady fainted and is now at TeleMed Hospital..." Before Hawk could finish, the call was abruptly ended.
Hawk was dumbfounded, thinking, 'Could it be that the person hung up so quickly to avoid paying the medical bills?'
Molly's phone was locked, and Hawk couldn't open it, so he had to wait by her side until she woke up.
After about ten minutes, he heard footsteps. Turning his head, he saw a handsome man walking quickly towards him, seemingly heading straight for him.
Coincidentally, Hawk recognized the man and hurriedly greeted him, "Mr. Perot, what brings you here?"
Robert clearly didn't recognize him, frowning as he looked at him.
Hawk introduced himself, "I'm Hawk, a business representative from Luminary Holdings Ltd. I bid on your company's real estate project last time."
Robert still couldn't recall who Hawk was. There were too many small-time figures trying to meet him, and he naturally wouldn't remember each one.
Hawk understood. After all, there were many people at the scene, and his company was insignificant. He hadn't even shaken hands with Robert, so it was reasonable for Robert not to remember him.
Hawk mentioned it to make an impression, hoping for future cooperation opportunities.
"Did you bring her here?" Robert asked.
Hawk was momentarily stunned, then realized Robert was referring to Molly.
"Yes, I happened to be eating nearby. When I came out, I saw this lady sitting on the ground with a scraped leg. I asked if she needed help, and she said no. But as soon as she stood up, she fainted." Hawk was quite talkative.
That was because Hawk realized that if someone as important as Robert came in person, Molly must be significant. He had to explain in detail to make an impression on Robert.
"She fell?" Robert asked, and Hawk launched into another long explanation.
"Yes, she fell because a girl pushed her. This lady seemed to know the girl's boyfriend and tried to pull him, but the girl pushed her and then cursed at her." Hawk didn't mention the specifics of the cursing, but it was quite nasty.
If it weren't for the delay caused by his driver, Hawk wouldn't have heard the whole story.
"Later, this lady sat on the ground crying heavily, so I went over to ask a few questions." After Hawk finished reporting, Robert's face darkened.
Robert knew who the man and the girl Hawk mentioned were.
"Alright, you can go now," Robert said coldly.
Seeing Robert's previously calm face suddenly turn dark, Hawk thought he had said something wrong and regretted it immediately.
"Okay, I'll leave now," Hawk said, leaving dejectedly.
Just as he stepped outside, Robert's assistant stopped him.
The assistant handed him a business card, saying, "Mr. Williams, you can submit your bid to the department manager. Here's my card. Just show it to the manager."
Hawk's previously downcast face lit up, and he accepted the card with both hands, thanking the assistant profusely.
This was incredibly lucky. The assistant's words implied that as long as the bid was fine, he would get the project.
That meant a commission of tens of thousands of dollars, so he was about to strike it rich.
"Thank you," Hawk said gratefully.
"You're welcome. Mr. Perot said to thank you for today's help," The assistant replied politely.
Hawk understood that he had done the right thing by helping.
The person he had saved was very important to Robert.
Therefore, Hawk made a silent vow to continue doing good deeds.
In the ward, Molly was breathing evenly, as if she were asleep.
But the tears at the corners of her eyes were painfully obvious.
Robert suddenly felt a surge of anger. He pressed his calloused thumb against her tear-streaked cheek, wiping forcefully, again and again, as if he couldn't vent his frustration.
Before long, Molly's cheek was red from his rubbing.
Even in her unconscious state, Molly wasn't entirely unaware. She furrowed her brows and let out a soft whimper.
Robert finally eased his grip, gently stroking her cheek.
Molly woke up just as dawn was breaking.
The first thing she saw was Robert's enlarged face. He was sitting by her bed, holding a financial magazine.
She didn't know if he had stayed up all night or had just arrived.
Molly panicked for a moment, clutching the blanket tightly, her eyes full of wariness.
She didn't understand why Robert was there.
Without even realizing where she was, she blurted out, "What are you doing here?"
Robert put down the magazine, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What are you covering up?"
Molly clutched the blanket even tighter, her expression stern. "What are you doing here?"
Ignoring her question, he sneered. "There's nothing I haven't seen."
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