Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 644 Another Misunderstanding (Part Three)

Raising his eyes full of misery, the boy said, "Aunt Wing, I miss mommy so much!"

"Your mommy misses Mark, too," Wing said as she held his chin lightly between his fingers. "Remember, there is a time difference between A City and here. Besides, your health isn't very good now, so your mommy could not bear to wake you up to answer her phone call if she called while you're sleeping."

Pouting, the boy grumbled, "But Mark is going to undergo an operation soon and wants his mommy." After all, Mark was still a kid and had never been apart from Molly before. While he was strong-willed, he still had fears about undergoing surgery.

A few minutes later, Shirley entered the room with Richie and sat on the edge of Mark's bed. She told him, "Mark, we will go back for your mommy as soon as you finish the operation and have fully recovered, okay?"

"But, that's going to be a very long time..." he said with a trembling voice. The boy lowered his eyes and played with his small, chubby hands, the only indication of his nerves.

Looking at the child behaving that way, Shirley felt a great deal of pity for him. Letting him sit on her lap, she wrapped her arms around the boy and said, "Mark, think of it this way: you will never need to leave your mommy and Papa Brian again after this operation." Turning around in Shirley's arms, Mark raised his head to look at her with clear eyes, which shone brightly under the light. His small lips were tightly pressed. He saw his grandmother nod to him with a smile, and he nodded back at her, too.

In truth, the surgery was performed inside the headquarters of XK Intelligence Agency. With a suitable heart and the most authoritative cardiologist in the world to perform the operation, there was no room for errors during surgery. Well, no errors would be allowed to happen then.

Shirley and Wing were waiting outside the operating theater while Richie and Weston had tea under a camouflage sunshade not too far away.

"The issue in Dragon Island has been resolved. When do you and Wing plan to go there?" Richie inquired calmly. He observed his son-in-law with experienced eyes.

"We'll go to A City once Mark is in a stable condition," Weston replied. He stole a glance at his wife. Her long, silky hair and long dress fluttered in the wind, and Wing looked much like a fairy lost in the mortal world. "Spark has settled down in A City," Weston said, and added, "and Wing plans to rest for a year. So, we're in no hurry at all."

"Hmmm," Richie said in assent. "That may not be such a bad idea." With a faraway glance, he added, "You and Wing can go there first. Then Shirley and I will follow with Mark once his condition is completely stable. By then, it will be time to hold the wedding ceremony for Brian and Molly."

Hearing those words, Weston couldn't help but smile. He quipped, "Since he's a stubborn person, Brian will perhaps lose his temper and disagree with you if you tell him to hold a wedding ceremony."

In response, Richie's thin lips spread into a smile that reached his eyes. "If he truly loves Molly, he would be willing to do something he was not supposed to do only if to make her happy."

Shrugging, Weston thought for a while then agreed with Richie. Looking at Wing, he said thoughtfully, "When Brian's wedding ceremony is held, all of Wing's wishes would be fulfilled." The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile as he said that yet at the same time, Richie's eyes were drawn far and deep. A slight bitterness formed in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the women in his life. Shirley, somewhat anxious as she waited in front of the operating room, kept rubbing her hands as she paced. Beside her, Wing tried her best to comfort Shirley. In spite of the nerve-wracking event, there was a faint smile on her beautiful and pure face, that seemed to have the ability to comfort hearts.

"She's happy," Richie pointed out in a voice so low and trembling, it resembled the sound of a cello. "There aren't many people as happy as she is, right?"

"Yes," Wing's husband agreed. "Because of her, I've also been able to immerse myself in happiness every second and every minute of the day. Like Shirley, Wing always brings out the positive energy in people around her. When either of them is around, nothing seems impossible or too difficult to overcome," Weston said proudly.

Gradually leaning against the soft chair, Richie took out and lit a cigarette, while his legs covered in camouflage pants, crossed casually. It wasn't only Wing who wished for Brian's wedding ceremony. Richie and Shirley also wanted it for him. After Brian got married, he would take Shirley to travel around the world, leaving everything behind.

There was no longer any doubt in Richie's mind that his son would be able to get along well with Molly, but at that moment, he was unaware the two of them would be driven further and further away from each other because of an unavoidable obstacle.

*

It was already dark when Brian left the hospital. The weather was almost perfect earlier when he arrived, but it had turned blustery now. Piles of leaves that fell from a nearby tree scattered everywhere each time the wind blew.

As soon as Brian settled in the car, he dialed Molly's cellphone number subconsciously, but she didn't answer. Frowning, he switched on the GPS to track her. When the red dot eventually fixed into a position, he opened the detailed address. He quickly ordered Tony, "Drive to the park in the middle of North Kylin Street."

Through the rear view mirror, Tony looked at his boss and answered yes before starting the car and driving off.

*

Cellphone in hand, Spark stood by the roadside and kept looking around. He tentatively took a step towards the left. After searching in so many places, he still hadn't found her.

His unruly short hair was now disheveled. Spark ran around and was constantly on the lookout for Molly. That afternoon, the musician had received a message from an unknown number that said Molly was seen walking alone somewhere, a blank look in her face. Spark had never questioned who sent the message. His first instinct was to verify if what it said was true. He was beside himself with worry as he searched and searched.

Pressing the re-dial button, Spark stood waiting only to hear the call waiting tone on the phone. He was now uneasy. No one answered his call until it was finally cut off.

"Mol, where on Earth are you?" Spark muttered. He could no longer disguise the anxiety he felt. He went to parks, looking behind bushes and checking out areas suitable for hiding, but did not replace Molly there. He started looking for her several hours ago and was slowly getting frustrated.

But Spark didn't stop searching, his feet walking as eagerly as when he started out. When he saw the park in the middle of the street, he ran towards it without thinking.

*

Molly huddled in the ground, her arms encircling her legs. In front of her under the dim night light, the wind blew sophora flowers from the tree and scattered them. The white flowers fell around her like rain. Somehow, it felt like they were grieving over her past.

Hair disheveled, Molly's body was hidden by the darkness. The surroundings enabled Molly to get lost in her thoughts. In the beginning, her mind was empty, but eventually, several things filled her brain until she felt it was all a mess. She tried refusing to think but failed. Molly wanted things to be clear, but the thoughts crowded her mind all at the same time.

"You're nothing but a plaything for me..."

"You're the other woman!"

"Bitch!"

"It's only a game, and you lost again..."

"Mr. Brian Long did all these things all for the sake of Mark, not you."

These words kept running in and out of her head that she started to develop a headache.

Shaking her head in an attempt to ward off these thoughts, Molly felt the more she shook, the more they resisted to leave her thoughts. In her panic, Molly clamped her hands over her hands. As her breathing started to become heavy, she started gasping for breath. At the same time, the wind steadily blew stronger. The rustling of leaves sounded like harsh words in Molly's ears. Again, she tried to shake her head. The girl was suddenly suffering from pain, the source of which she couldn't pinpoint.

Someone stopped in his tracks a few feet away from Molly. He looked at her, sorrow flashing in his eyes as he recognized the misery in her face.

"Mol!" he yelled as he called out her name. 000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐