Chapter 556Chapter 556
Molly suddenly woke up. when she opened her eyes, her heartbeats accelerated.
The explosion-like sound made Molly lose control for a moment. She wanted to exhale, but her chest felt uncomfortably tight.
Molly sat up straight and tried to breathe calmly. She looked at the dim and dreary environment in front of her and tumbled
around in her thoughts to recall the surroundings when it was daytime.
Molly gradually calmed down and was no longer sleepy.
'Why is it raining so heavily and thundering so loud?' Molly wondered.
She could not help but begin to worry about the triplets at home.
'Claudia was timid and afraid of thunder. Every time she hears the thunder, she will shrink into Molly's arms. I wonder how she is
tonight.'
Molly's mind was full of the triplets' cute little faces, and she missed them even more as the night went by.
Molly tilted her head and glanced at the window. The rain was still beating against the window, and another white light flashed,
followed by a low-pitched thunder.
The air conditioner was turned on in the room. But, watching these scenes, Molly always felt a chill
lingering around her.
She squeezed the quilt tightly in her hands, and she felt anxious in her heart, she wanted to call home,
but she was worried that it would disturb her family's sleep.
At that time, it was probably dawn soon.Molly let go of her hands and got out of bed. She put on her coat, opened the door, and left the dull
room.
'Since I can't sleep, I can go have a walk downstairs.' Molly thought.
She walked with light footsteps because the slightest sound can be very sharp and eerie in a spacious
place like this.
Most importantly, she was alone again, and it was difficult for her not to think about some scary scenes
in her mind.
However, that fear did not take over her.
Since the three of them were staying here tonight, they had decided not to turn off the lights. The
system would turn it off automatically after dawn.
Molly held the stair rail with one hand and walked downstairs to the hall, she saw a figure in the
distance.
She was stunned for a moment, and she approached the figure.
"Sean, why aren't you sleeping at this hour?" Molly frowned and asked.
Sean noticed Molly as soon as she appeared.
He still had a document in his hand, and a small stack of the documents was on the table in the hall.
'Workaholic.'
Molly could not help but label Sean as that in her mind.Sean saw her sitting down and stared at him from the corner of his eyes. He hesitated for a few
seconds, but he told her honestly anyway.
"My legs are a little sore."
Sean's eyes did not look at Molly. He was muttering to himself, but he was feeling guilty.
He had always kept Molly's instructions in mind. If he had any issues, he must inform her as soon as possible.
When Sean felt the discomfort, it was already late at night, and he did not disturb Molly. He wanted to wait until the following day
to talk about it because he thought he could still bear it.
At first, Sean was pleased because he had not felt his legs for a very long time. These bits of soreness in his legs were very
sensitive to him and affected his mood.
In addition to the soreness, it felt like a soft needle was stuck in his legs. It was uncomfortable and painless but not unbearable.
Instead, he felt that there was a strange feeling that stimulated the nerves in his legs.
Sean was not sleepy, and he did not want to just sit there and do nothing.
So, he went downstairs with a pile of documents and worked until Molly appeared.
And the soreness in his legs was not so bad compared to when it began after a while.
Molly guessed that it could be the weather.
She was not angry. She got up and walked to Sean. She squatted down and asked, "Which part of your leg is sore?"