Chapter 445 Inextricably Linked with Ms. Taylor
Just then, he faintly heard a weak sobbing sound, which tugged at his heart.
"Molly!"
Eric was overjoyed and followed the sound, striding quickly into the bedroom.
The crying became more distinct, each sob causing his heart to ache unbearably.
Finally, Eric reached the wardrobe door in the bedroom.
The crying inside was clearer, accompanied by the rustling sound of fabric.
Eric slowly opened the wardrobe door, and the next moment, his heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.
Molly's thin, frail body was curled up like a little cat, shivering in a damp, dark corner, unable to find its way home.
She hugged her knees, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. Having hidden there for a long time, she was slightly oxygen-deprived, her little face flushed red.
"Eric." As soon as Molly saw Eric, she couldn't hold back anymore. Her pale lips parted as she burst into tears, crystal-clear tears falling chaotically, "Is Kimberly dead? Is Kimberly really dead?"
Each tear shattered Eric's heart, plunging him into spasms of pain, leaving it bleeding and battered.
He opened his strong arms and lifted her damp body out of the wardrobe.
The moment he touched her skin, Eric's heart was in turmoil.
She was burning up, indicating she had been in there for quite some time.
Tears filled Eric's eyes, and even his voice of comfort was choked with sobs, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Molly, I'm sorry."
He didn't know what else to say; he could only keep apologizing, his mind in chaos.
"Is Kimberly really dead? Really?" Molly kept asking, over and over, tirelessly.
"She just went to another world, a better, happier world," Eric patiently answered her, again and again.
Later, perhaps too exhausted, combined with oxygen deprivation and overwhelming grief, Molly fell into a faint-like sleep.
Eric immediately called the Clark family's private doctor to check on her. Learning that it was just excessive sadness and low blood sugar, and that she would be fine with more rest, he was barely relieved.
Eric knelt on one knee by the bed, holding her hand tightly, his lips gently brushing against her arm, filled with anxiety.
"Mr. Clark, the car is waiting downstairs. It's time to go."
Ellen hesitated, then said softly, "If you really can't bear to leave Mrs. Clark, then don't go. I'll go in your place. Going to Torontow to catch the criminal is dangerous. You're not the same as before; you have someone to care for now. It's better to stay out of such matters."
"No, I have to go." Eric pressed Molly's small hand to his chest, his eyes full of reluctance, but his tone unwavering, "I promised Edward. He's my only friend; I have to help him."
"Besides, if it weren't for Lloyd causing Kimberly's death, would things have turned out this way? Would my wife be crying herself sick? When I catch him, I won't let him live well!"
With the Clark family's methods, this person wouldn't leave Torontow alive and intact!
But Edward insisted on capturing him alive and bringing him back for Evelyn to deal with, making the task much more difficult. How could he not go along to help?
"Then you must be extra careful on this trip. I've prepared bulletproof vests for you and Mr. Wellington. You must wear them."
"Alright! Ellen, you're even more nagging than my mom! I chose you because you talked less. Why are you getting more talkative as you age?" Eric teased her.
Ellen pursed her lips and took a step back, embarrassed.
In the past, women came and went in Eric's life, but she was the only constant.
Over the years, she played multiple roles by his side—secretary, bodyguard, dance partner, a friend to confide in, and when necessary, even his pretend girlfriend to fend off annoying women.
She was used to being by Eric's side, feeling needed by him. She had never been with any man, except Eric.
They weren't lovers, but sometimes their relationship was closer than that.
She didn't know if this counted as love, but she knew one thing: there was no possibility between them.
Moreover, Eric now had the love of his life; she shouldn't annoy him any further.
"Ellen, the next few days will be even harder for you."
Eric kissed Molly's lips, slowly stood up, and instructed her word by word, "Please stay by Molly's side every moment. Starting today, move into her room to sleep. Seal the doors and windows at night. Don't let your guard down."
"Yes, Mr. Clark, I will." Ellen nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute, "I will watch over Mrs. Clark without rest. I promise with my life that she will be safe when you return."
The Wellington family was busy dealing with Tiffany's negative news, and was overwhelmed.
But in reality, Patrick wasn't doing this for Tiffany; he was trying to salvage the Wellington Group's corporate image from another blow of negative news!
Since Edward took over, the Wellington Group had undergone drastic reforms, with swift and decisive actions, leading to rapid development in Mugden and continuous expansion of its business territory in Estoria. However, the price of this rapid rise was making numerous enemies, with many competitors watching closely.
Now, the Wellington Group had an important project to collaborate on with the second-largest consortium in Mythorica. If the Wellington Group caused any trouble at this critical juncture, leading to a plummeting reputation and stock market turmoil, it could severely impact the collaboration, giving those with ulterior motives an opportunity!
"Patrick! What do you have to say this time? How long will you keep protecting that Tiffany?"
Outside the chairman's office of the Wellington Group.
Several key members of the group stood in line on both sides, terrified by the commotion inside, sweating profusely.
Inside, the floor was a mess.
Byron, sitting in a wheelchair, threw everything on the desk at Patrick. A pen holder hit his forehead, instantly causing a large bump.
But Patrick just stood there with his head down, not daring to move.
"This morning, the stock plummeted as soon as the market opened! Check the internet yourself and see what the media is saying about us!"
Byron was furious, pointing at Patrick's nose and scolding, "They're saying we're a family of devils, rich and heartless, full of villains! The Wellington family's reputation is being ruined by Tiffany!"
Patrick gritted his teeth, clenching his fists, a fire raging inside him.
He saw everything Byron saw, and his anger was no less than Byron's.
He had warned Tiffany more than once to keep a low profile, to behave, but she repeatedly ignored his words, doing as she pleased, causing trouble and making grave mistakes!
She dared to act this way because he had spoiled her over the years, because she relied on his indulgence.
He regretted it too, but in front of Byron, he didn't want to admit his mistake, didn't want to admit that his choice back then was a huge mistake.
"Tiffany is reflecting on her actions at home. Without my order, she can't step out of Riverside Villa."
Patrick took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, "Dad, I think she went to the funeral for the Wellington family's sake. Whether she sincerely went to pay respects to that maid or not, she wanted to use this act to build a good reputation for the Wellington Group."
"If everything had gone according to plan, nothing would have gone wrong. The reason things turned out this way, I think, is closely related to Ms. Taylor!"
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