Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 705 Molly Finds Out About Everything (Part Two)

He placed one of his hands on the glass as a gesture of longing as if he longed to stroke Wing's face. On his face was a sad smile and his eyes were red and wet, "Wing, you've always been strong. No matter what happens-you're still as strong as you were when you Brian just stood quietly at the door looking at Wing through the glass window. Wing was lying on the bed with all kinds of tubes inserted all over her body. Then he turned to look at Weston.

were young. If you survived that, you can survive anything. Thank you for not giving up. Thank you for being strong. Thank you for always staying with me."

After a while, he just walked away without another word.

Meanwhile, in South Africa, Richie and Shirley had just heard about what happened. Shirley almost passed out.

"Wing's going to be fine," Richie comforted her, "Brian and Weston are there and they won't let anything happen to Wing."

Shirley burst into tears. "I... I'm going back to see Wing. I'm going now!"

"Okay, I have arranged a plane," Richie offered.

Shirley looked at Richie through her tear-brimmed eyes and just nodded. She was too anxious to even speak.

"Will you take Mark back with you?" Richie asked insightfully. Shirley was taken aback because she hadn't even considered it. If he didn't bring it up, it might have caused more problems-she would have more things to worry about. Shirley looked back at Richie in gratitude, "Yes, yes, we're taking Mark with us."

Richie looked very serious as he took Shirley into his arms. He looked at Antonio meaningfully. Antonio understood this right away. He nodded and left. He was to arrange everything so that Mark could go with them.

At the rooftop of the hospital, Brian sat on a chair looking sombre than ever. His eyes were darkened and his jaw was tensed up.

Tony stood behind Brian as they both stared at Vincent. 'How many lives can you Vincent have to lose? If other people did such a thing, Brian would kill him a thousand time. Even if you are confident about your ability and Brian appreciates it, you still needs to pick the right time to show it. How can you put both Mrs. Molly and Miss Wing in danger?' Tony thought to himself.

Vincent knelt in front of Brian, clenching his teeth as he admitted his faults, "I'll take full responsibility for what happened today. This is all my fault. I was too proud and careless. Mr. Brian, I'll take whatever punishment you give me. Whatever it is, I'll take it wholeheartedly. I deserve it!"

Brian was already furious with him and this only angered him even more. Without missing a beat, Brian jumped to his feet toppling over the chair he was just sitting on. Brian lifted his foot and kicked Vincent right in the chest. Then he pointed a finger to Vincent as he roared, "You stupid, stupid piece of garbage! Don't you use your mind first before doing anything?! Regardless of whether those people are our people, even if you have super skills and abilities, how dare you think you can use Molly? You should feel lucky that Wing's safe now. Otherwise, I would have killed you a thousand times, huh?!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He picked up a whip from the table and slapped it across Vincent. Brian didn't hold back-he whipped Vincent with all his strength and power. Vincent didn't even try to dodge, so the whip slapped hard across his shoulder. The sound of the whip nipping against Vincent's skin was clear and crisp. Blood started to soak Vincent's shirt.

Vincent clenched his jaw in pain as sweat formed on his forehead. But even then, he remained on his knees motionless and wordless.

Brian continued to whip him. Tony, who was watching, was grimacing and even had to turn around because he couldn't bear to watch all of this.

If Brian kept whipping like this, in the way Brian had been trained to do it, Vincent would end up in bed for days.

The whipping sound never ended. Vincent was so beaten up now that his body had turned into the color of rust and red. Tony finally spoke up, "Mr. Brian, I think he's already learned his lesson. At least he sent the plasma in time."

As Brian trembled in fury, he tossed the whip aside and scowled at Vincent, "You're a disappointment! After all these years, this is the first time that I've ever seen you fuck up like this!" He paused as he looked at Vincent who was wincing in pain, "You don't follow the system anymore and you can't even discipline yourself! I choose to spare your life today. But I don't want to see you in the Agency from now on."

Tony and Vincent were left stunned when Brian finished speaking. And without missing a beat, Vincent suddenly pulled a dagger out of his boot and stabbed himself.

"Vincent!" Tony cried. He tried to stop him, but he was too late now.

Brian didn't even flinch. Tony, meanwhile, had lunged forward to catch Vincent's fall. Vincent was looking at Brian vaguely as he choked out his final words, "Until my very last breath, I will still be a ghost for XK..." "Vincent..." Tony cried desperately, wanting to take him to the emergency room but he knew he couldn't because Brian didn't say so.

Brian briefly glanced at the dagger then turned as if he was about to leave.

"Mr. Brian!" Vincent managed to choke out as he clenched his teeth and his eyes were red.

Brian stopped but only because Vincent was grabbing him by his pants with his bloody hands. Brian just merely looked ahead and said coldly, "You're not my brother anymore."

He shook off Vincent's hands as he walked away. The sound of his footsteps were like drums banging onto Tony and Vincent's ears.

Vincent's eyes were seemingly in despair. When Tony attempted to get him up, he didn't budge.

"Vincent," Tony said urgently, "only after you survive this, you can have a chance to go back to Mr. Brian!"

Vincent's eyes lit up at this and then he looked at Tony meaningfully. Tony understood right away, nodded, picked him up, and rushed him to the emergency room.

Brian could see Tony waiting outside the emergency room as he stood at the end of the hallway. There was a flash of pain that flitted across his eyes but he just turned around and walked away. Then his phone started ringing. He took out his phone, checked the caller ID to replace that it was an unknown number. Frowning slightly, he picked it up anyway.

"Mr. Brian Long," a robotic voice came through the phone, "I don't think I need to introduce myself. But Molly's with me."

Brian's eyes dimmed as soon as he heard that. He felt a pang of pain shoot across his heart. He felt angry at himself. How could he have forgotten these people behind the scenes? "Molly and I are done," Brian said flatly.

"Really?" the voice said mockingly. He was definitely talking to more than one person and they all didn't believe him. Then a cry of pain came, "Well, in that case, we have nothing to talk about then." Then the person hung up the phone before Brian could even respond. Brian frowned as his eyes darkened. He took out his GSP Tracking System and checked where Molly was right now. Soon, he was dashing off the hospital as fast as he could.

In a bare, greying room in an apartment, a masked woman cut off the phone and glared at Molly who was bleeding from her shoulder. "Take out the tracker inside her," she ordered the man beside her.

"Yes, ma'am!" the big hooded man responded and took out some strange device as another man straightened Molly's arm by force. The big hooded man scanned her arm using the device until a beeping sound came.

He grinned, took out a dagger, and dug into Molly's skin despite her cries.

"Ahhh!" as a tiny, grain-sized silver thing was slitted out of her skin.

"Just follow the plan," the masked woman ordered as she threw a quick glance at the tracker.

The big hooded man nodded, put the tracker in a small box, and quickly left the room.

Molly was in deep pain now and beads of sweat were dripping down her face. She gasped, clenched her jaw, and asked weakly, "I... I didn't think we had a problem with one another but why are you doing this? Why?"

The masked woman glared at Molly's exposed bloody arm, laughing maniacally, "Really? Well, Molly, I have a problem with you." She slowly fondled Molly's cheek with the blood-stained dagger as she spoke, "Because of your father, I lost mine. And my mother? She died of depression due to my father dying. Because of your father, me and my younger brother became orphans. Because of your father, my younger brother starved to death because no one could replace a cure for his cancer." The masked woman's voice quivered only now, "And did you know that to help paying for my brother's cancer, I had to be a child slave only to watch my brother die in the end!"

Molly just stared at the woman in front of her- seemingly have forgotten the stinging pain in her arm. Even as the dagger slightly teared across her skin, she didn't even notice it.

The masked woman smiled wickedly, "Don't look at me with those poor puppy-dog eyes. Because you're the one that should get more sympathy due to what had happened to you!" She looked down on the dagger still dancing around Molly's face as she continued, "I don't think you know who your real father is yet?" Shifting her gaze towards Molly, she resumed, "It's not Rory, of course, and definitely not Steven. It's Justin."I