Chapter 360 Teaching Debra a Lesson
"You dare hit me? I'm from the Wellington family."
Debra was in so much pain that she was drenched in sweat.
"So what?"
Ellen twisted her neck with a smile, her gaze so cold it made Debra shiver. "You are no different from a rat in the corner to me."
Hearing this, Debra's anger surged, feeling utterly humiliated!
She gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the ground, driven by a reckless courage to fight Ellen!
But before Debra could stand, Ellen kicked her back down, harder than before.
Debra lay on the ground, her face covered in tears, snot, and dust, looking more pathetic than a rat in the corner.
Just as Ellen was about to kick her again, a cold voice came through her Bluetooth earpiece: "That's enough, Ellen. You're being too harsh. If you kick her again, she'll be done for."
Ellen's raised leg lowered. "Alright."
Debra was in excruciating pain, feeling like she was about to die. She vaguely heard Ellen talking to someone but couldn't make out the words.
"So, are you just going to let her go?"
"No need to be too harsh. Just slap her a few times to wake her up," Eric's voice was casual, with a hint of lazy sensuality.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the back of a black Rolls-Royce, the car's TV screen was broadcasting the scene inside the warehouse.
Eric watched Debra's miserable state with cold eyes, feeling both satisfied and amused.
No, it wasn't enough.
Thinking of everything she had done to Molly, he wanted to personally break her ribs, rip out her slanderous tongue, and sever her tendons to avenge Molly's slap.
But she was, after all, the daughter of the Wellington family. He hadn't yet taken control of the Clark Group, and making a big scene wouldn't be in his favor.
He wasn't afraid of trouble, but he feared implicating Molly.
He feared he couldn't protect her.
Thinking of their private commitment and the countless troubles and obstacles that might await them, he felt a heavy pressure in his chest and sighed deeply.
His warm breath brushed against Molly's cute, small ear.
Molly let out a soft moan and opened her sleepy eyes in Eric's arms.
"Did I wake you?" Eric's voice was hoarse, his eyes lowered, his thin lips gently brushing her reddened ear.
He loved Molly so much that he never wanted to let go when holding her, and every kiss made him crave more.
"No, I just woke up."
Although Molly had been late to understand matters between men and women, she had now experienced making love. Both her body and soul seemed to have undergone a fiery baptism, making her more mature than before.
At this moment, she listened to Eric's heavy breathing, felt his kisses trailing down from her ear, wanting to explore her more deeply.
Molly blushed like she had applied rouge, trying to hide in Eric's arms, fully aware of his growing desire.
"Don't move, let me kiss you for a while."
Eric's eyes were filled with tender affection as he pinched Molly's chin, his tongue prying open her teeth, ravaging her hot mouth.
Molly's head spun from his kisses, leaving her defenseless.
The temperature in the car rose, and just as things were about to get out of hand, Eric heard a sharp sound in his earpiece, making his eardrums feel like they were about to burst. He stopped his actions and took off the earpiece with a frown.
"Eric, is that my sister Debra?" Molly clung to Eric's waist, staring in shock at the screen where Debra was being slapped by Ellen.
"Yes. Who else could be that ugly?"
Molly watched as Ellen grabbed Debra's hair and slapped her face back and forth!
After a few slaps, Debra's once proud and beautiful face was swollen, with blood at the corners of her mouth, blood flowing from her nose, and her eyes almost shut.
As Eric's bodyguard, Ellen were undoubtedly fierce.
"I was wrong, please stop, please stop." Debra cried incoherently, begging for mercy.
The more Eric heard her cries, the more delighted he became.
"Why are you hitting her?"
Molly looked at him in horror, shaking his strong arm, "Tell Ellen to stop!"
"Why should I stop, honey?" Eric caressed her cheek.
Honey?
Molly's face turned red, and she pressed her lips tightly together.
"I told you, I will not only protect you but also punish anyone who bullies you, making them wish they were dead."
Eric's eyes flashed with a cold, unfeeling light. "I can't tolerate everything Debra has done to you. Letting her live freely for this long is already me showing mercy.
"What she did to you, I will make her pay back tenfold, a hundredfold. This is just the beginning."
Molly's heart tightened.
The Eric in front of her was still deeply affectionate and gentle towards her, but his eyes had changed.
Molly knew that the Eric who accompanied her was only like this in front of her; he was terrifying to others.
Sometimes, she didn't understand or agree, but it didn't stop her from loving him.
"Honey, just relax and enjoy the show." Eric wrapped his arm around her slender waist, holding her close. "Staying at home all the time is boring. Getting out, seeing some action, it can really lift your spirits."
Watching Debra being beaten, Molly felt more terror than anything else. Her beautiful eyes widened in pleading, her forehead covered in cold sweat. "Eric! Let her go! She's my sister! Mom's favorite!"
She kept shouting, shaking his arm vigorously, falling into a state of panic as if she had been deeply shocked.
Eric suddenly realized something, opened his arms, and hugged her tightly. Then he gave Ellen an order. "Stop!"
"Yes." Ellen obeyed, mechanically releasing Debra's hair.
Debra fell heavily to the ground, her mouth so swollen she couldn't speak, only cry.
"Stop! Stop!" Molly also cried, her tears falling like a child of five or six, large drops hitting Eric's shoulder, making his heart ache.
"Alright, alright, we won't hit her anymore. Molly, be good, don't cry. I'll listen to you, I'll do whatever you say!" Eric kept patting and comforting her.
The driver, who had driven Eric for over ten years, was dumbfounded!
Molly was incredible; she had redeemed Eric!
Since Jared's death, Eric had lived in a dark shadow, becoming increasingly violent and cold, not knowing what love was.
But Molly's appearance had changed Eric, making him a person with flesh and blood, with tears and laughter. It was truly wonderful.
Molly gradually calmed down, sobbing pitifully in Eric's arms.
Each sob tugged painfully at Eric's heart.
Her usual lively and innocent self made him forget that Molly wasn't an ordinary girl; she had autism.
He had secretly sent people both domestically and abroad to find a cure, but the results were not promising. They only suggested psychological guidance and long-term, patient companionship. The process was long and arduous, and few could endure it.
But he had to endure.
Molly was his woman, and since he had chosen her, he would never leave her, walking hand in hand for life.
"Eric, thank you. Thank you for not hitting Debra anymore," Molly whispered.
"She hurt you, insulted you, hit you. Why do you still protect her?" Eric asked, his voice gentle but filled with pain.
Molly sniffled, "Because Debra is my sister. Mom and Dad like her very much. They are always happy when they see her. I don't want to make them unhappy. Seeing Debra hurt would make them very sad."
A strange logic, unheard of.
To please her parents, she was willing to forgive someone who had hurt her so badly.
Eric's heart felt like it was pierced with needles, the pain spreading throughout his body.
"Molly, you are too kind."
So kind that it made him want to cry.
'You, such a kind girl, are a brilliant light shining into my dark life, so out of place, yet making me desperately want to hold on to you,' he thought.
As Eric was lost in thought, Molly suddenly lifted her snow-white neck and kissed his trembling Adam's apple with her cherry-like lips.
Eric felt his reason waver, his muscles tensing, a fire igniting in his lower abdomen.
"Eric, do you want to do it here?" Molly's lips left his Adam's apple, asking softly.
She didn't know how to phrase it, so she just said whatever came to mind.
It made him even more uncontrollable.
The driver, without a word, raised the privacy screen in the back.
The open car quickly became a private space.
"Molly, you've become naughty." Eric's forehead broke out in a thin sweat, his eyes darkening, his large hand tightening.
"I haven't. I just, just wanted to thank you."
Molly blinked her clear eyes, pouting, "Then, never mind, forget I said anything."
Eric immediately captured her lips, kissing her fiercely, stealing her breath.
Their tongues entwined, lips and teeth mingling.
"No, honey."
Eric squinted, pulling at his tie as he leaned in.
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