Life was a mystery. Love was especially so. No one will ever be able to figure out this mystery of life.
We're all stuck in this labyrinth of love, desperate to find a way out. A way out that didn't exist.
Brian walked out of the room.
Shrouded in moonlight, the place seemed solemn and desolate. Tony was waiting outside for Brian.
When he saw Brian, he bowed slightly and took the box that was in Brian's hands. "Get rid of it," Brian
ordered.
Tony threw a glance at Molly's room and said, "Yes, sir." Then he followed Brian to the study as he
spoke, "Mr. Brian, Steven's flight is ready. What do we do next?"
"Just let him come back," Brian's voice was detached, "His days are already numbered and Molly
wants to see him. Besides, Daniel is his son. Maybe seeing his son and daughter will make him feel a
bit better."
Tony pondered as Brian spoke, 'Brian's different now. He used to be so cold and cruel - he wouldn't
even think twice about killing a person. But now he was kinder and more considerate.'
The night flew by and soon it was a brand new day. The sun was up and the sky was clear and blue,
which was symbolic of hope - but unfortunately, it was just that: hope.
"Ouch. Argh," The whole room was eclipsed with the golden veil of the sunlight. Molly tried to move her
arm but it hurt as soon as she tried, "It hurts," she complained.
She was able to gather herself as she sat up and looked at her left arm. It ached but there was no
wound or anything.
She looked closely again and spotted a small spot of her skin where a pin had seemingly punctured on.
At a loss, she racked her brain trying to recall the sting that she felt last night when she tried to open
her eyes but to no avail. It was as if she had been drugged. Unconsciously, she stroked her lips until
something clicked in her mind.
She jumped off the bed and stormed out of the room. She looked downstairs where Brian was having
breakfast. Without thinking twice, she rushed to him and questioned, "Brian, what did you do to me?"
But Brian didn't answer or even move. He continued reading the newspaper as he took a sip of his
milk.
"Brian," Molly showed her left arm to him and asked, "Did you inject something in me?" Her tone was
frightened but she looked furiously at him.
Brian, on the other hand, was much calmer. He cast a casual glance at her arm. The prick wasn't
visible to the human eye but he noticed it right away because well, he did it.
Brian withdrew his gaze, folded up the newspaper, wiped his mouth and walked off, putting on the
clothes that Tony had handed to him before heading outside. He moved smoothly, just ignoring Molly
without even a hint of hesitancy.
"Brian," Molly shouted and caught up. Tony attempted to block her but Brian stopped him. Molly
gripped Brian's sleeve and roared, "What the hell did you do to me?"
Brian stopped in his tracks and looked back. The look on Molly's face made his heart twist. He
should've known that Molly would interrogate him. Molly never really trusted Brian. To her, Brian was
just an evil man she would abandon soon.
"Why? What do you think I injected in you?" Brian's voice was so cold that it sent chills down both Molly
and Tony's spine. He sneered and said, "Just as you thought. Something toxic." Molly's mouth hung
open - the look in her eyes hurt him. "Molly, don't you ever try to leave me again unless I tell you to,
understand? I'll show you just how stupid you were for leaving me four years ago,"
Brian spat. Then he shook off her hand that was still clasped on his wrist and left. He had to pretend
and play tough and it worked, Molly had bought it. But when he saw tears dripping from her eyes - his
heart ached.
Tony took one last look at Molly, sighed, then followed Brian. Tony couldn't help but feel for Molly as he
watched Brian walk away. He looked back through the French window and saw Molly standing still,
face pale. He could only imagine what she was feeling.
When he turned around, Brian was already in the car. He hastened his steps and jumped into the
driver's seat. When he drove out of the villa, he threw a glance through the rear view mirror at Brian
who was still staring back at the villa.
In the end, Brian had no choice. He was just protecting Molly and this lie was just a slap on the wrist
compared to the truth. As of now, all Tony could do was hope for the best - that all of the problems in
Dragon Island would be solved. Hopefully, the parliament will get back on track soon.
The car had already disappeared, yet Molly still remained motionless. She was standing directly under
the sunlight but all she could feel was despair.
Lucy stood at the kitchen door, with a sandwich and a glass of juice in hand. She looked at Molly and
sneered. She only came over to fix herself a simple breakfast because her mother was too busy. When
she just finished up, she saw Brian coming downstairs. Just as she was deciding whether to wait for
Brian to leave or not, she saw Molly rushing down. And that was how she found out about everything.
Molly stalked off upstairs to freshen herself up. She opened a closet to look for some of her clothes, but
all she could find was Mark's and none of hers. They were all expensive clothes that Brian had bought
Mark ever since the court gave him custody. Mark's life had never been better - that was for sure.
As she flipped through Mark's clothes, she found that some of them still had a tag on, meaning Mark
hadn't worn most of them yet. As if on cue, memories started rolling through her mind like a film. Soon
she was crying. She lowered her head in an attempt to hide her tears but she realized that she was the
only one in the room; no one was going to see her.
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