Love Began with the First Meeting

Chapter 415 Leaving Is Not An Option (Part Four)

She was now sitting in the ward alone by herself. Molly couldn't quite figure out her true feelings. Unaware of being noticed by anyone, she put on a sorrowful smile filled with resentment. Deep inside, she loathed her circumstance.

Mumbling to herself, she said, "Bri, why do you trample my heart so harshly just when I was ready to believe that my love was finally starting to pay off?

As always, all you care about is Becky. If that was the case, why do you even drag me between the two of you?

I've already given my eyes to her. Is that not enough? I have nothing left, except this tiny human in my womb."

While she thought desperately of her plight, her nose twitched. 'Let me stay? How can you be so brutal to me? Can't you just let me go for Becky's sake? What more do you want? I've already given her my eyes, ' she blamed in mind.

Her eyes were now sore and itchy. To prevent it from tearing, she took a deep breath while she pressed her lips together and strengthened her resolve as she stroked her belly. She must leave, otherwise, her baby would be aborted.

As usual, Molly sat idle for hours, engrossed in her own thoughts. It was not until dinner time when she heard the door opening that Molly came to herself and looked towards the direction of the door.

It was in moments like these when she was at a disadvantage that Molly mocked herself. She had yet to get used to her loss of vision, even if it was only temporary.

The person who entered didn't speak but just kept approaching the bed. Molly didn't ask who it was. She knew it was Brian, as she inhaled his familiar scent.

His face expressionless and cold, Brian brought out a dinner box. He was about to say something, but after taking a glimpse at Molly, he decided to keep quiet. Placing the box on the table, Brian prepared her dinner of chicken soup by carefully pouring it into a bowl. Then casually, he pulled a chair to sit on, before filling a spoon with soup to feed Molly. Although still angry, it was less intense now. "The nurse told me you ate like a bird during lunch. Why didn't you eat a bit more? Don't you want to get better?"

While the words were meant to express care, they came out a bit stiff and even angry from Brian's mouth. In response, Molly just bit her lips and said nothing.

Her empty expression infuriated Brian, who then decided he wanted to irritate Molly. So he added, "I asked Lisa to make some of the dishes you like. Open your mouth," he ordered.

Feeling the spoon close to her mouth, Molly moved back a little instantly filling the room with a shadow of embarrassment.

His presence felt oppressive. She fumbled then stammered, "I… I will eat by myself." She lifted her hand to ward him off.

"Can you even see the spoon and the food?" His tone was annoyed. Brian was nearly freaking out because of Molly's apathetic behavior and her rejection of him since waking up. He was close to running out of patience.

After hearing Brian' words, Molly's hand paused. After a long while, she forced a bitter smile and with a hollow voice replied, "Yeah, I can't see." Her eyes covered did nothing to hide the despair she felt.

Slapping the chopsticks on the table, Brian looked closely at Molly and asked gruffly, "Are you blaming me for losing your sight, Molly?"

His question made Molly even more heartbroken. How could she blame him for her condition? She was in no position to cast blame. Molly may be kind, but she also had a temper. Right now, she was

controlling it. 'Brian, you never understand how I think. Never. Because you only see Becky!' she screamed inside.

This time Brian's heart ached at Molly's aggrieved expression. If he had paid more attention to her instead of busying himself with the incident at Phoenix Mountain, if he had spent more time with her before she went to sleep, or maybe, if he had told her or even accompanied her to the hospital earlier, her eyes would probably be better than it was today.

Maybe she wouldn't have gone blind. But she lost her sight after all. And the pair of eyes she now had, were not hers anyway. So many things to regret, Brian thought.

With that thought, Brian's rage suddenly melted and in its place came affection for Molly. He extended her arm to pull her towards him. Bitterly, he said, "Mol…" Pausing, he closed his eyes in sorrow and emphasized each word he said, "I'm sorry."

At his apology, Molly's body stiffened. She froze and did not know how to react. He said sorry to her, was all she could think about. Unbelievable! 'Defiant Brian saying sorry to me? But what is he sorry for? Sorry, for taking my eyes and giving them to Becky?

That's ridiculous!' Molly thought.

She decided not to struggle in his embrace and simply savored being in Brian's arms, greedily inhaling his scent. But the apology changed nothing. The fact is she was the third wheel and would always be that. The realization made her sadder.

Another week went by. Finally, the day came for the removal of Molly's stitches. Felix and Dr. He both promised the failure rate would be down to as little as three percent.

And Brian, who had been busy over the past few days, specifically made time to be with Molly the whole day. But presence didn't close the distance between them at all. They still hardly talked to each other. When they did, the subject was trivial like the weather.

It was not for lack of trying on Brian's part. No matter how swamped he was during his work days, the man always made it a point to be with Molly during lunch so he could make sure she ate something. He didn't have to do this. Even without him, Molly would force herself to eat something for the baby's sake. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

In her hand now was a glass of warm milk, sent on orders of Brian. Molly appeared calm, even detached, as if she didn't care at all whether she would be able to see again or not once the bandages were off. Sighing inwardly, she thought, 'It doesn't matter if I can see again or not.

The things I want never stick with me.'