Chapter 607 The Misunderstandings (Part Three)


    "Why are you justing home now?" Brian asked tly. Even though he knew very well that Molly


    asked to get off John''s car from somewhere near the vi and asked if she could walk back alone.


    During that walk, Molly talked to Spark who had been following her.


    "I was looking for a job," Molly said calmly, "You said I just need to be here at night."


    Brian turned his head to look at her. She was surprisingly calm at that moment. He frowned and said,


    "Molly, is this how it''s going to be now?"


    Molly clenched her hands into fists, turned back, and spat, "My attitude depends on how you treat me. I


    don''t owe you anything now and if it wasn''t for Spark and all those other people, do you think I''d


    willingly be here?"


    Her harsh words hurt Brian. He saw how apathetic Molly had be. He wore a twisted smile and


    said indifferently, "In that case, I suggest you behave in such a way that will please me because


    otherwise, I wouldn''t have a choice but make them miserable."


    The corners of Molly''s lips twitched but she managed to hold her tongue in. She loosened her clenched


    hands and said, "I''m going upstairs to change."


    As soon as Molly turned around, the door flew open - it was Lucy. She looked at Molly quickly then


    back at Brian, "Mr. Brian Long!"


    "Yes?"


    "I''munching my first art exhibition the day after tomorrow, would you..." Lucy trailed off, hesitating for


    a moment before continuing, "like to see it?"


    Brian saw in Lucy''s eyes how much she was expecting he''d be there but he still refused her, "No," he


    continued, "But Lisa and John can have a day off then."


    Lucy shifted from being disappointed to happiness, "Mr. Brian Long, thank you so much. Well, if you


    don''t want anything else, I''ll be going now." Lucy walked out extremely satisfied. When she closed the


    door; she slowly turned around, looked behind, and started walking. A twisted smile could be clearly


    seen on her face - aplete turn from the childish face she put on for Brian.


    Molly changed her clothes and went out without having lunch first. She just said that she wanted to find


    a job soon. But in reality, she just didn''t want to be at the vi a second longer.


    Lisa put down the bowl of soup that she was holding. When seeing that Brian was eating alone again,


    she sighed and walked away. Brian didn''t go out that afternoon. He was standing in front of the window


    in his study that faced the gate where he could see Molly leaving.


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    "Knock, knock!" someone called from behind the door.


    "Come in," Brian said.


    Tony let himself in and said, "Mr. Brian Long, Mrs. Molly Long is being followed."


    "Do you know who it is?"


    "More than one group of people," Tony frowned, "At least three different groups."


    Brian frowned and thought, ''Besides those who were fighting against the Empire, is the parliament also


    interested in us?'' So he asked, "What about the Parliament?"


    "No, they''re very quiet for the moment," Tony answered but they both knew very well what that meant -


    a big storm wasing.


    "If so, then just let them follow her," Brian said as he stared outside, "And remove our people."


    "Mr. Brian?" Tony was confused.


    Brian was silent for a long while before finally speaking, "If they knew that we were secretly protecting


    her then things are going to be worse."


    Tony sighed lightly. Before, Mr. Brian''s weakness was Miss Becky but right now, he had a bigger one -


    Molly.


    "How about Eric?"


    "Mr. Eric''s already arranged everything. The National Congress is still under the control of the Chief


    Commissioner for the time being," Tony paused then said with a serious look on his face, "Mr. Eric said


    that we should be suspicious of everyone."


    "Well, it''s always good to be prepared," Ever since that day he returned from Becky''s apartment, Eric''s


    been mad at him - treating him like an enemy, shooting him dirty looks.


    "Mr. Brian," Tony couldn''t help but ask, "Why don''t you just tell Eric directly?"


    "He''s mad at me right now, people will think we''re weak and then be arrogant and careless -


    sooner orter, they''ll slip up," Brian said absentmindedly as he continued to stare out the window,


    watching Molly move at a turtle''s pace, "No matter how good of an actor Eric is, he can''t just be


    pretending in front of me."


    Tony just kept looking at Brian, feeling sympathy for him. He was taking too much responsibility on his


    shoulders. Even if no one understood him or even if everyone judged him, he wouldn''t care. He could


    only imagine what Brian was feeling right now. Despite the obvious hurt inside, he remained his cold


    and hard exterior.


    When night fell, Molly didn''t have dinner or even saw Brian when she came back. She just went back to


    her room and spent the rest of the night shut in there. Brian was still standing in front of the window of


    his study shrouded in a thick cloud of cigarette smoke.


    A buzzing sound came so he put out his cigarette and picked up the phone.


    "How''s Mark?"


    "He just woke up," Shirley said in a low voice, "He''s very well-behaved and just asked one question."


    "That''s good."


    "Bri..."


    "Yes?"


    Shirley was silent for a moment before speaking, "Are you hurting now?"


    "…" Brian paused, "Shirley, I''m going to find a way out of this for the sake of Mark. He''s a ticking time


    bomb and I''m afraid..." His voice was shaking and didn''t continue his sentence anymore.


    "I know you''re just trying to protect her but aren''t you afraid that Molly''s just going to end up


    disappointed in you? What if she falls in love with someone else?" Shirley knew very well just how


    much Brian loved Molly and she didn''t want to see him get hurt.


    Brian''s eyes dimmed, "If she does, I''ll make sure to destroy whoever that will be." He may have


    sounded tough on the phone but there was fear in his eyes - something even he himself couldn''t


    understand.


    With the lights off, Molly was curled up on the bed.


    She was grimacing as if she was having a nightmare. She wanted to wake up but it was as if her


    nightmare was trapping her inside her brain. She held Mark''s favorite stuffed Winnie Bear as tightly as


    she would, whispering something constantly.


    Suddenly, the door of Molly''s room flew open. A man came in and sat down by her bedside. He gazed


    at her for a while. In his hands was a small box. He opened it and took out a needle.


    He gently held Molly''s arm and raised the syringe. The silver of the needle glowed under the moonlight.