Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 730 The Farewell (Part Four)

Eric nodded at her. "Little Molly, are you ready?"

Molly fixed her red, swollen, puffy eyes on him. In her heart, she was far from ready but at the same time, she wanted to replace out the truth about Brian. She knew that her sorrows had to end, and today was as good as any other time. Molly braced herself up and then looked back at him again. "I'm terrified," she told him. "But, I have to face him. I need to replace out the truth." Her voice was quiet but resolute.

Eric smiled, glad to hear her say that, and stared at her for a while. His love and care for her were swelling up inside. He nodded and then motioned for her to wait where she wouldn't be seen by Brian. Then he turned to the door. With another glance at Molly, he knocked on the door

in a way that sounded both urgent and desperate.

"Brian!" he shouted, knocking without relenting. "Brian, open the door!" he continued.

A few seconds later, the door opened and Brian stood in front of Eric in his pajamas. His cold, emotionless gaze was fixed on Eric.

"Brian," Eric started, panting as to make it seem like he was in a panicked state. "It's Little Molly... she got into a car accident."

"What does that have to do with me?" Brian responded immediately in a voice that was cold and void of any feelings or any emotions. Instead, his looked annoyed; he did not seem worried at all. "You came all the way here to tell me this very trivial piece of news?" Brian raised an eyebrow.

Eric was stunned. How could Brian be so cold and uncaring about Molly? His voice was like a cube of ice pressed against his face. It was so unbelievably cold and heartless. Eric cleared his throat and tried again. "Brian, Little Molly--your wife--got into a car accident!" "Little Molly got into a car accident," Eric repeated the words, wondering how such a person could push aside a warning like this.

Brian raised his eyebrow again. "I heard you the first time," he said coolly. "But again, what exactly does that have to do with me?"

"Brian!" Eric cried, but stopped. He was so shocked and could not finish his sentence.

"Eric," Brian said in the same cold, unfeeling voice. Now it had a hint of exasperation as well. "You should know that I don't care about her. So don't tell me anything about her because I won't care."

"Brian?" called a female's voice from behind them. Eric watched in horror as a woman stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to them. Her hair was wet from her recent shower and she was wearing only a bathrobe, but she had very bright post-coital glow that Eric would recognize everywhere. Even her eyes gave away that fact that she and Brian had just had sex not too long ago. By the pink on her cheeks, Eric could tell that it was hot and passionate. "Maybe you should just see her... just to check if she's alright," she suggested softly to Brian.

Brian turned to face her. "Ling, I don't care about her. Why should I see her? She has got nothing do to with me." Brian was adamant and his voice stayed the same coldness and heartlessness that it had been all night. "Don't forget to remind Molly to sign the divorce papers," he told Eric, turning to him.

Brian then glanced around the room that he was staying at, then looked back at Eric, moving to close the door. Before he could, however, Eric stepped forward and stopped him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Eric blurted out, his rage overtaking his field of vision. He had forgotten the reason why he and Molly had come, which was to help her mend her and Brian's relationship. Instead, all he cared about at the moment was Brian's indifference to her, and his own burning anger. He reached out and grabbed Brian's shirt and pulled him forward so their faces would be centimeters apart. Eric's eyes burned into Brian's. "Weren't you the one who was so in love with Molly and wanted to fight for her? Weren't you the one who told me to fight well and properly? You wanted it to be a fair fight for Molly! You were so determined to win her heart! I relented her over to you. I figured that you did love her and could take care of her better than I could. But now, you're telling me that you don't care about her? How the hell could you be so cruel towards your own wife? I don't understand you at all, Brian. So you better explain to me."

Despite Eric's anger, Brian was not moved. He grabbed Eric's hand and shoved it away, freeing his shirt from his grasp. "I told you. I don't care about her. I don't care how I felt for her in the past. In the present, I don't care about her. She doesn't matter to me anymore. I have Ling now. I'm in love with her. Molly doesn't have anything to do with me. Just go and tell her that if she doesn't sign the divorce papers and certificate by tomorrow night, she'll lose everything, Addison included. I don't care what state she might be in right now. Just have her sign them. Or else. She will lose everything." His eyes were filled with coldness like icicles slashing through the air. He looked at Eric as if to challenge him to refute him.

Eric's mouth half-opened in astonishment and shock, unable to believe what he was hearing and seeing. "You're kidding," he said. He could say nothing more. This seemed all too unreal that he felt Brian was pulling a prank of some sort. There was no way that Brian would be truthful about all of that.

And yet, as he stood there dumbfounded and in a state of extreme confusion, Brian took Ling's hand and dragged her into the bedroom. Only after the bedroom door shut closed, Eric realized that it was all real, that nothing was fake and Brian wasn't lying. It was all real. "Brian!" he yelled at the closed door to the bedroom. "I'm not finished with you!" But the door didn't open. Brian or Ling did not come out to meet him. There was no noise from inside the room. No response from either of them. Eric shut his eyes and took a deep breath and then exhale, his mind now clouded in a mist of intolerable anguish.

There was a loud crash behind him, pulling him from his mind. He turned and saw his phone on the corridor's carpeted floor and Molly standing near, her face as white as it had ever been. She was standing stiff and rigid, unmoving, and her eyes showed him an eternity of darkness. Eric gulped and then turned to face her.

"Little Molly!" he cried and rushed to catch her as she was about to faint. He held her close by her waist and spoke comforting words to her, consoling her. "He just lost his memory," he told her, "and he will remember one day. Right now, he has no idea what he is doing. He is not thinking straight. He doesn't remember. He doesn't know." Eric rubbed her back as he said these things.

His voice trailed off as he ran out of things to say. He didn't know how to further console her. Rubbing her back with one hand and supporting her with the other, he held her; unable to imagine what hell she must be going through. Molly was staring up at the ceiling; she could see that there were light fixtures, but they were blurry as her eyes started to tear up again. Her body started to tremble as she started crying, her heart aching and everything aching along as though her individual body parts all had empathy for one another. Everything around her seemed to swirl, as though a hurricane was happening in front of her and was swallowing everything. She almost felt like she was in the center of the hurricane. Her mind replayed the moment when she saw Brian on the phone screen. His nonchalance and disgust all became so vivid to her mind. His cold words were repeated in her mind. 'Molly has nothing to do with me,' he had said over and over.

Although she had an idea of how Brian would react tonight, she was not ready to hear the reality of it, or see it for herself. She wouldn't have ever been ready. It was all such an oppressive state for her. As her mind played back those words that he had said, she felt more and more heavy and her mind started to get more and more dazed. She fainted. She couldn't hear anything but Eric's desperate cries. [