Chapter 6
He finally remembered that, at that time, he had been walking the dog with Molly.
When I called, he answered but assumed I was lying and impatiently hung up.
He later turned off his phone entirely, afraid I would call again and disturb him further.
“I advised Georgia many times to divorce you, but she stubbornly insisted on giving you another chance.”
“But once, twice… until she died, what were you doing?”
Robert’s eyes were unfocused as he stared at Lucas, seemingly unable to process what he was hearing. He took a few steps back, retreating as if in a daze.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone.
When he saw who it was, he froze and hoarsely said, “Auntie…”
“Don’t call me that!” My mother’s eyes were red as she glared at Robert. “Tell me honestly, is what Lucas said true?
“The reason I trusted Georgia to you was because you promised me you’d treat her well for the rest of her life.”
“Is this how you’ve treated her?”
“Do you know her last phone call was to you?”
Upon hearing that, Robert’s body shook, and he looked at my mom in disbelief.
He opened his mouth, as if trying to defend himself, but could only manage to say, “I…”
Suddenly, my mother raised her hand and slapped Robert hard across the face.
The force of the slap made him turn his head, and a red mark quickly appeared on his pale cheek.
My mother had always been a gentle person.
To see her using such strength showed how much pain she felt for me.
Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved as she struggled to hold back her anger. “I’ll take care of my daughter’s body myself. You don’t need to bother.”
“even called you yesterday, hoping you could see Georgia one last time.”
“Now, leave!”
Under
my
mother’s stern scolding, Robert stumbled out of the room.
I watched his desolate figure and felt confused.
I had died–shouldn’t Robert be happy about that?
The obstacle between him and Molly was finally gone.
Chapter 7
That evening, Robert unexpectedly returned to our home.
In my memory, it had been a long time since he’d come back. Most of the time, he was either at the hospital or with Molly.
As soon as he pushed open the door, a small figure rushed into his arms.
It was Molly.
Robert’s expression stiffened, but he didn’t push her away. “Molly, what are you doing here?”
Hy looked up at him, her face filled with confusion. “Didn’t you give me the key?”
I suddenly recalled a time when I came home and also found Molly there.
She was wearing my pajamas, walking confidently through Robert’s and my bedroom as if she were the true mistress of the house.
I angrily demanded she leave.
But Molly lifted her chin, her eyes glinting with triumph. “If I hadn’t gone abroad back then, do you really think Robert would have been with you?”
“Even the key to this place–Robert gave it to me.”
I looked at Robert coldly, silently questioning him with my eyes.
I hoped he would give me an
explanation.
But Robert only held Molly, his face indifferent as he looked at me. “Georgia, don’t be so petty. Molly is just in a bad mood. She has depression; don’t provoke her.”
After hearing Molly’s explanation, Robert remained silent for a long time.
It seemed he finally remembered that he had indeed handed the key to this house to Molly himself.
“By the way, Robert, did Georgia really pass away?”
Robert paused, surprised. “How do you know she passed away?”
Molly pointed at the television. “I saw it on the news just now. They said the accident was horrific. I didn’t expect it would happen to Georgia…”
“But the dead can’t come back. Don’t be too sad. There’s something I’ve been holding back all this time because Georgia was always around.”
She sat up from the couch, slowly leaning closer to Robert, her voice choked with emotion. “Lately, I keep having nightmares about my ex–husband abusing me. I regret it–I regret breaking up with you, and I regret going abroad.”
“Having you by my side makes me feel so much safer. How about from now on, I stay by your side instead of Georgia?”
“Robert, let’s get married.”
This time, Robert didn’t embrace Molly like he usually did.
He simply stared blankly at the TV, his thoughts unreadable.
“Sorry, Molly.” After a moment, Robert suddenly stood up.
He hesitated before speaking again, “Discussing this now is too sudden. I need to go upstairs and think for a while.”
Noticing Robert’s deliberate distance, a hint of displeasure flashed in Molly’s eyes, but she still spoke softly. “I understand, Robert. I know you’re feeling hurt right now. It’s okay; I’m willing to give you some time.”
After Robert went upstairs, Molly received a phone call.
She nodded in satisfaction. “You did well. That bitch really did die.”
