Chapter 593 Trust (Part Three)


    The person at the other end of the line seemed surprised by her remark. The person paused and then


    startedughing. "What? You can''t make Brian stay so now you suddenly care about his son?" the


    person asked ironically.


    "Drop that tone, I''m not ying." Becky gritted her teeth. "You don''t get to talk to me like that!"


    The person didn''t seem to mind Becky''s attitude at all and said," They said Addison was sent to the


    hospital yesterday due to a vitamin C overdose. They said it was from the orange juice he was


    drinking..." Then the person paused as if to allow Becky to process the news. "It happened in the


    restaurant you went to at noon. Becky, think about how this looks. You really are ruthless. You know


    Addison likes the cake there so you took advantage and did what you had to do. Were our men any


    good?" the person continued.


    "What are you talking about?" Becky asked sternly, "I didn''t do it!"


    "Hee hee." The person chuckled obviously not giving a crap. "I don''t care about your personal life. I''m


    calling for another reason. I think you should be reminded that the moment Rory agreed to work for me


    means you''re in the same boat too. So in the future if you''re nning to do anything stupid, make sure


    you tell me first. I don''t want to have to clean your mess. This ends now. Or else I don''t think I have to


    remind you what''s going to happen." After another pause, the person added, "By the way, don''t you


    even think of pulling me into this mess. Once this gets out, your father goes down first."


    After a string of shrillughter, the phone was hung up.


    For a while, Becky was unable to speak. She just kept listening. Finally, when the call ended, her body


    had stiffened from that threat. Her mind was just nk as if she forgot how to think until finally, she


    figured out what exactly the person was saying.


    ***


    In Empire Hospital.


    Mark was still in aa. It was almost noon. Every minute felt like a year for Molly. Her anxiety and


    tension were at an all time high.


    "Mol, Mark will get through this. He''ll be fine," Brian said. His voice wasforting, deep and maic


    like a cello, "Go get some rest. I''ll stay here. I won''t let anything happen to him."


    "Who? Who could have wanted to hurt Mark?" Molly mumbled. Her swollen eyes were still fixed on


    Mark. "He''s just a boy. Why would they want to hurt him?"


    Brian''s eyes darkened "Whoever did this is going to pay, I''ll make sure of it," he said ominously.


    Grief and anger veiled the thin air in the ward. After a few courtesy knocks on the door, the vice dean


    walked in. Both Molly and Brian turned. They were anxious about the results. The vice dean looked at


    Mark then at Brian. "Mr. Brian Long, the tumor results just came out."


    "Is it benign?" Molly sprang up, her voice urgent. It had to be benign. She refused to think otherwise—it


    was way too cruel.


    The vice dean nodded. Molly let out a long breath of relief.


    "But..."


    Molly fretted again when she heard that word. She''d been up all night—her eyes were red fromck of


    sleep. She didn''t have the courage to ask what else was wrong because she couldn''t bear to listen


    anyway. She just looked at him—her face terrified.


    Brian stiffened. He just kept his eyes on the vice dean—who was fidgeting, too afraid to meet his eyes.


    The vice dean swallowed and then he began, "Although the tumor is benign, it needs to be removed as


    soon as possible by craniotomy. But because we''re not able to drown out the vitamin C overdose as of


    now, his blood is clogging the vessels and thus constricting the cranial nerves. Mark''s in a critical


    condition either way—with or without surgery."


    Basically, he was saying that usually the tumor could be removed via surgery but since there was a


    vitamin C overdose, it made things moreplicated.


    As soon as the vice dean finished talking, everything went ck before Molly''s eyes. Feeling dizzy and


    unable to breathe, she started copsing. Brian stretched out his arms to catch her fall. She gasped.


    "Who could do this to such a little boy? To sweet Mark?" Molly bawled.


    "It was Becky." Eric had just pushed the door open and walked in.


    Everyone responded differently to this revtion. The vice dean was shocked, Brian frowned, and


    Molly was surprised. After she had gotten over her initial shock, Molly pushed Brian away and walked


    towards Eric. "It was Becky?" she asked.


    Then he handed Molly a folder with files in it. Molly read through the files and when she was done, she


    lifted her head slowly. For the first time, she looked scary. Revenge was written across her face.


    "Becky, time for you to pay!" she shouted.


    She pushed Eric aside and hastily walked out of the ward.


    "Little Molly!"


    "Mol!"


    Both Brian and Eric chased after her. Richie and Shirley were just heading back to the ward from the


    cafeteria—they had food in their hands. "Watch Mark!" Brian called as he hastened towards the


    elevator.


    All three of them, apparently, rushed over to Becky''s apartment. Becky looked at them with her


    bloodshot eyes and spat, "I don''t want to see any of you!"


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    Eric snorted, Brian ignored her, and Molly sprang towards her like an animal and said through clenched


    teeth, "Becky, how dare you do this! If you wanna fight back then why don''t youe at me! Leave my


    son alone! This is a new low for you! He''s just a little boy! What did he ever do to you? How could you


    do this?" Molly tossed the folder in Becky''s face when she finished speaking. "Now the doctors can''t


    even resort to surgery all because of that orange juice you gave him! They could have saved him! But


    now they can''t do anything! You did this! You! You did this to my son!" she screamed.


    Becky pushed Molly away nonchntly. Eric who was nearer Molly caught her before she fell and didn''t


    let go. He turned to Becky and said harshly, "Becky, you''re nothing but trash to me now."


    She wanted to fight back but she decided against it when suddenly, the phone call she had just had


    popped in her head. She fidgeted with her hands and slowly shifted her gaze from Eric to Molly then to


    Brian, "Brian, if I say I didn''t do this, will you believe me?"


    This question was only for Brian. Becky stared at Brian unblinking, waiting for his answer. Meanwhile,


    Eric and Molly turned to look at Brian too.


    Silence fell. Even the air seemed to have curdled. "I didn''t do it. Do you believe me?" Becky asked


    again.