As soon as Molly heard him talking about Steven, she became very emotional. She got so agonized by
it that she didn't hear another word from Brian after that. The tears that she had been trying to hold in
were now completely out of control and flowed rapidly down her cheeks. As the tears sprawled across
her flushed face, spreading across her shivering lips, she glared at Brian with resentment. Finally, she
burst out, yelling with her injured throat, her sound came off and on, and the words were vaguely
recognizable,"Screw your rational reason! You keep playing your stupid cat and mouse game with me.
When I finally got some comfort and happiness from you, and was gradually getting the feeling that I
was not just your 'toy' anymore, you broke it all down and told me that I would always be your menial
object of pleasure. You can do whatever you want to me, no matter how good or bad, for as long as
you find it amusing. And by doing so, you incessantly remind me of the cruel fact that I am and always
will be nothing but an object for you. The only wish I have is to see my father. I just want to go back
home and have some time with my family!"
Her throat was deadly hurt, like there were hundreds of nails driving into it. Each word she spoke,
brought a wave of pain. But Molly did not care. She wanted to get rid of all the outrage and grievance
off her chest. She yelled intermittently, gradually falling silent. Except for her outraged facial expression
and her angry body gestures, there were no words coming out of her mouth, which was now just
continuing to open and close. When she had woken up earlier, she could make a few noises clearly.
But now, only her heavy breathing could be heard. The room was enveloped in awkward silence in
addition to her wheezy sound. She was like an actress in a black and white silent film. The scenery was
pitiful and poignant.
Seeing her going wild and shouting with her injured throat, Brian frowned and said coldly,"Shut up!
Don't you want your throat to recover at all? Stop talking!"
"It doesn't matter. I don't care any more. I have already become a mute anyway," She continued to
ignore the pain roaring in her throat, yelling and shouting in spite of not being able to speak a single
clear word,"Are you happy now? It has only been over a month since I have been living my life under
your control and I have already suffered so much with kidnappings and getting injured all the time. And
now, I can't even use my voice anymore! Brian! You could save all this trouble and just kill me now so
that I can die quickly instead of going through so much suffering.
Brian narrowed his eyes. After that round of muffled shouting from Molly, he was on the verge of
bursting out. His handsome face twisted slightly as he tried so hard to control his anger. He could figure
out what she was saying even though her throat was rough and her voice wouldn't come out normally
and she was also speaking too quickly. What made him extremely annoyed was when she said, 'It
doesn't matter. I don't care any more. I have already become a mute anyway.' He heard it very clearly.
And he felt those words haunt him, which drove him crazy.
Finally, he burst out too. He said, outraged,"Shut up! I'm asking you to shut up right now!" He ground
his teeth as he spoke. Every word that came from his mouth was covered both in anger and worry for
her, though she did not detect the deep-hidden care he had for her. He gripped Molly's arm tight with all
his strength, so tightly that Molly felt pain in her arm. He continued to say,"Do you really want to be
dumb for the rest of your life?"
"Yes, I want to be dumb for the rest of my life. And it is none of your business," Molly replied in a
whisper, but she was determined. Molly cried harder than ever. She was hurt emotionally and now she
felt hurt due to Brian's grip on her arms. He clutched her so hard that with a little more pressure he
could break her bones. But, she did not care about what was going to happen to her anymore. All her
nerves were filled by rage. She wanted to release all of her emotions and all the pressure she felt,
which she had been restraining ever since the first day she met him. Molly continued yelling,"Brian, you
dominate over everyone. You have power, position and wealth. Have you ever lived an ordinary life like
us? Have you ever been in an extremely pitiful life like mine? You have no idea how hard our life is!
Have you ever given up on your dignity just to feed yourself everyday? Have you ever been...
Ummm..."
With an overbearing kiss, Brian stopped her non-reluctant verbal attack. Brian knew that she was not
supposed to strain her throat this way. If he let her continue talking, there wouldn't be any hope for her
to recover and talk like a normal person. Even after he had found a sophisticated doctor and had him
develop an effective medicine for her, there was still a possibility that she may suffer from sequela due
to the vocal cord's damage.
He had promised her that she would not become dumb. He would not allow such a horrific picture
become a reality for her, where she would forever be silent. He was a man of his word.
The kiss was arrogant and aggressive; it was filled with so many mixed feelings and emotions. Brian
had already lost the ability to figure out what had happened to him, about what his real thoughts were
and what he should be doing after all this. But one thing was sure. Every time when Molly did not follow
what he said, he would turn into a rage machine. Molly was the switch that controlled his temper. Every
time when he mentioned Edgar, he detected a flash of love in her eyes, mixed with sorrow and pity
about the relationship between her and Edgar. After seeing that, he couldn't control his temper; he had
even lost the ability to contemplate. She was supposed to be just a toy dedicated to him. But, she had
taken away a huge part of his heart. And he realized that Molly was in control of his emotions. When
they got along well, he would be very happy. When they had an argument, he would be fierce.
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