Spark continued playing, staying oblivious to the attention he was getting - immersing completely in his
own world, in his own music. Drenched in the sun's glow and caressed by the soft wind, he felt like a
million dollars.
Yet something made him stop - he put his violin down and stared into the sky. He was reminiscing
when a little girl stopped to watch him play - he was at the park on a street corner. The little girl was just
watching him - no ogling, no claps, no admiration, nothing. She was just enjoying the music.
This made Spark smile. He had worked so hard for years and years to be where he was today - a top
violinist just so he could meet his mother's expectations of him. He worked so hard to try to please his
mother that he had forgotten why he learned to love playing in the first place - he just wanted to enjoy
the music too. For all those years, only that little girl, Molly, was on his mind. He could still remember
the song that he played then,"The Summer Breeze." All he could think of now was if he would ever see
Molly again. Perhaps, that was already the last time. Would Molly even remember him? And the song
he played?
Spark admired the sunset and realized that it must be nighttime already at A City.
'Molly, you're a brave and kind girl, how are you doing?' Spark asked in his mind.
At that exact moment, Molly was in the kitchen making soup. She was watching the steam go up, deep
in thought. Her world right now was so strange - just a few days ago, she was a guest at the villa and
now, she was a maid working at the kitchen.
Molly wasn't too surprised, though, at how things had turned. After all, it was expected of Brian to want
the company of a woman when Becky wasn't around. Now that Becky was back, of course, Brian
would just leave her hanging dry especially that she owed him and she needed to find a way to pay him
back. And all she could do to pay him back was through cheap labor.
As she was submerged in her own thoughts, someone came in the kitchen. Molly turned at the sound
of the footsteps and standing there was Tony. Molly didn't know why but for some reason, she was
expecting it to be Brian or rather, hoping that it was Brian.
Tony looked back at her before saying,"Mr. Brian's out having dinner with Ms. Becky. And I'll send you
to the casino for work."
Indeed, Molly should never expect anything of Brian. She grimaced at Tony but gestured as if to ask
why Tony would drive her going there.
"Mr. Brian has told me that I'm responsible for driving you there and driving you home." Tony answered.
Molly frowned,"Brian is out with Becky but he's afraid I might escape?
He literally has my entire family in captive, why would I run away?"
She said mockingly in mind before heading upstairs to change her clothes, and going with Tony to the
car.
Tony drove silently until they arrived at the casino. He said,"I'll pick you up after work."
Molly nodded, then walked in.
Tony waited until Molly was out of sight before dialing a number,"Make sure our men are positioned
around the casino. Mr. Brian wants her safe."
"Yes, sir." The voice said.
Tony hung up, started the car, and drove off. The situation wasn't anywhere near getting better yet
Brian was still letting Molly work here. Was it just so Molly wouldn't find out?
Tony didn't know what was happening. He heaved a deep breath and sped to the Empire exchange
center.
At the M-blue restaurant, Becky ate silently.
Brian picked the wine bottle up and looked at Becky. The whole night Becky was just using her right
hand to eat while her left hand was hidden under the table.
"What's wrong with your left hand?" Brian noticed.
Becky raised her head, panic showing in her eyes,"Nothing. Don't worry about it. It's fine."
But Brian knew Becky well enough. He frowned,"Take out your left hand," he insisted.
"It's fine," Becky said, waving him off,"I promise."
Brian put his glass down and said coldly,"Becky, I don't like it when you lie to me."
Becky bit her lips, lowered her head and took her left hand out for Brian to peruse. Her left hand was
full of blisters and it was kind of disgusting to look at actually.
"What happened here?" Brian asked, upset.
Becky pressed her lips together before explaining, choosing her words carefully,"I was drinking water
but I was clumsy and the glass slipped. And the hot water came spilling onto my hand."
Becky's voice was so low, almost a whisper that Brian could barely hear her. Becky pursed her lips,
embarrassed.
Brian didn't like it when Becky was hurt. He took Becky's hand,"Come on, let's go to the hospital."
Becky agreed - she knew that she didn't have a choice. Brian wasn't one to take no for an answer -
especially from her.
The tension was quite high as they sat in the car on the way to the hospital. "Brian, don't be mad,"
Becky blurted out. "It was an accident. I'll be more careful next time," Becky added.
"That's how you take care of yourself?" Brian shot back. "First, your eyes. And now this. What's next?"
Becky didn't say anything. The atmosphere grew more intense. After mustering up courage, Becky
turned to Brian and said,"Brian, why don't I move in the villa with you?"
Becky's eyes exuding nothing but hope.
Suddenly, there was a long screeching sound.
Brian stomped on the brakes and turned to Becky. At first, Brian didn't like Becky's idea. In fact, he was
about to turn her down until he saw the look on Becky's eyes - it was full of pity and helplessness.
"I don't want to stay alone at the hospital anymore. It scares me sometimes." Becky's lips were
quivering as she spoke,"Let's call it even, okay? I'll move into the villa with you."
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