Brian did not respond. The silence made the air tenser. "You know me. Molly and I, we have no conflict
between us. I would never do anything to harm her. It just doesn't make sense. You got to trust me,
brother," Eric continued, in a rather anxious tone.
Of course, Brian knew him. Eric was always jealous and eager about stealing things away from him.
But when he couldn't get his hands on it, he would give up. He was the kind of person who did not
really cross the line. Brian said,"I don't want to talk about it anymore. And I don't want people to know
about the Pluto either."
"Yes, I know. I totally understand. It is my fault that I overlooked the danger. I will clean up the mess. It
won't happen again," Eric reassured. Eric was not the kind of person who would run away from his
responsibility. The Pluto turned out to be the first present that he had ever given to Molly, and it might
also have been the first present Molly had received from anyone. He didn't want to see Molly come into
any trouble on account of it. Maybe he just liked it when Molly wore it around her neck. Especially since
it was a present from him, which made it even more special for him. He didn't want Molly to lose his
present.
A little while after Brian got off the phone, Molly appeared. She had taken a shower and had changed
into clean clothes. Her long, silky hair fell idly on her shoulders and the enticing smell of her shampoo
wafted in the air. She looked a little better after a whole night's sleep.
Molly stood by the door and watched Brian as he rose up from the couch. She opened her mouth and
pointed at her throat with her forefinger. She wanted to tell him that as long as she didn't talk, she
wouldn't feel the pain. She still doubted if it was really just a throat inflammation.
Brian glanced at her, but paid no heed to her sign. He did not want to explain and depress her. The
night before, he had ordered XK Intelligence Agency to spread the word and look for the best doctor.
No matter how small the possibility was of getting her throat fixed, he was resolved to find a cure. As
long as she could speak again, nothing mattered.
Brian's face fell as he watched Molly look at him with a confused and hurt expression. He felt angry and
guilty at the same time. He blamed himself, chided himself for not being able to protect her and be
there when she needed him. If he had taken her with him, all of this would not have happened. The
more he blamed himself, the more pain he felt. He felt that all of this happened to her because of him.
He dragged her into all this danger and made her suffer so much.
"It's not..."
He almost blurted out the truth instinctively to Molly, who was already suspicious and anxious to know if
it was really a throat inflammation. His voice made her quiver, though she was prepared for bad news.
A gust of pain passed through her throat, she frowned. Even though the truth might be depressing, she
still wanted to know more. But looking at Brian's knotted brows and gloomy face, she couldn't push him
further. She lowered her head, bit her lip and did not know how to continue.
"Let's go," Brian said. A strange, complicated expression came over Brian's face. He swiftly turned
around and strode to the door. Realizing that there was no way she could force him to tell her anything
unless he was willing, Molly silently sighed and followed after him.
Taking into account Molly's throat, Brian decided not to take her anywhere far. They came to the hotel
diner downstairs where he had already ordered the kitchen to cook food that was light and digestible
easily.
Molly did not show any interest towards the various foods which were delivered in delicate dishes and
laid on the dining table in front of her,"Your throat will only allow you to eat these. You have no other
choice," Brian said sternly. But seeing Molly have no appetite for those light food, he felt a well of
compassion for her.
Just as Molly was reluctantly stirring the porridge in the bowl, they heard the diner door opening. There
was immediate silence after the creaky door was shut. They turned to the door and saw a tall, slim, and
rather good-looking man enter in with his right hand tucked into his pant pocket. He paused and looked
around the diner quickly with his sharp, bright eyes. He then walked directly towards their table.
Seeing the man approaching them, Molly turned her face to look at Brian. There was no significant
expression on his face. He just nodded his head slightly at her, asking her to eat her porridge.
Aaron's eyes quickly scanned Molly before he said to Brian,"Mr. Brian Long, I heard about what had
happened yesterday."
"What happened last night is now over," Brian interrupted Aaron. He was sitting on the couch with his
legs overlapped, his chin slightly lifted and his deep, steady eyes fell idly on Aaron as he stood by the
table. Although Aaron was standing, making him look like he was in a superior position than Brian, the
power penetrating from either man was equally formidable.
Hearing Brian's quick reply, Aaron raised his eyebrows lightly. He was a smart person. "Do you think
we could talk?" he asked politely.
"I don't think so. There is nothing to talk about," Brian refused indifferently and turned his face away.
Ken, who had come with Aaron, was now full of fury and insult hearing Brian's insolence. He
remembered their last encounter with Eric in A city, when he had behaved very impudently to Aaron.
He had not expected at all that Brian would be much ruder!
He couldn't imagine anyone who would dare be this rude to Aaron in this QY Island.
There was a moment of silence. The atmosphere was dense and filled with intensive tension. Molly felt
lost and bewildered. She had no idea what she was supposed to do. It was as if there was a ticking
bomb, which was ready to explode the minute one of the men loses his temper. She looked innocently
at Brian, then at Aaron. She somehow had a feeling that what they were talking about had something
to do with her.
"Just eat your food," came Brian's compulsive voice again. Molly recoiled at the order and instantly
came back from her trance. Obediently, she lowered her head and started eating her porridge.
After seeing everything with his own eyes, Aaron did not show any emotion on his face. His face was
steady, calm and indifferent, as if nothing Brian had said irritated him.
"What is going on here? Isn't it a little early for a show?" came a voice full of tease and mockery.
Instantly, the diner was enveloped by an ominous cloud.
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