Chapter 11 Breakdown

Molly Xia walked out of the Sophia Grand Hotel. After the snowing of the previous night, the early morning air was chilly and Molly trembled in the cold, which felt even more harsh when mixed with her sorrow. Her strange figure drew several gazes from the pedestrians on the snow-coated road.

Owing to her hurried departure, she hadn't had time to look for her own clothes and was still wearing the bathrobe she had taken from the hotel room. Without boots or even socks, her feet became red and numb as the chill pierced her bone. However, she seemed to have more pressing matters on her hands and merely walked on, biting her lips and ignoring the pain.

Her tears, hot in sharp contrast to the snow, flooded her eyes and poured down through her cold cheeks and down to her lips. They were bitter and seemed to fill every nerve of her body with the same increasing despair that only part of her had felt before.

Her sorrow was evident in her fountain of tears, which she let flow as she forgot her physical pain and kept walking, gripping the corners of her bathrobe tightly. The strange glances she received didn't seem to affect her the least.

It had already been two years.

Two years before, she had been a high school student with a bright and sunny future. She had been studying hard every day just to earn her letter of recommendation which would get her into A City University at public expense. She had achieved her dream and had received her acceptance that day. But when she had brought the letter home, she had found her whole world upside down!

Usurers had broken into her house. Some had remained outside, spray painting it, while some were torturing her mother, pulling her hair as she screamed in pain. Her father, who owed them an enormous amount of debt, had already endured several punches all over his body, and her 12-year-old brother had been tied to a chair.

She could never forget the moment the usurers had told her the truth about her father. The kind-hearted man who worked hard for his family had borrowed five hundred grand in unscrupulous loans and lost it all in gambling!

Now, all those memories were coursing through her mind. Suddenly, she felt a searing cramp in her leg and fell down with a sharp cry and an effortless stumble.

The freezing snow had already stiffened her body and she felt nothing as she lay broken with red and swollen eyes. Her tears, previously on her che

Jean Wen sacrificed herself for family interests. Before her husband divorced her, she made every effort to please him.

"You are inexperienced in bed," he said coldly.

"You! Give that land to my family, or I won't agree to divorce," Jean replied furiously.

"Fine. It is exactly what I am thinking about," he sneered.

eks, now fell on the snow and seemed to melt the cold.

Drop by drop, the snow melted right in front of Molly's face, as she lay there, crying her heart out. Her lips curled into a bitter smile, laughing at the irony and mocking her own self. Frustrated and helpless, she laughed at the injustice she had suffered in the last two years and... mourned her virginity that had been lost the previous night.

For two years, all she did the entire day was work herself out. Sometimes, the only slumber she ever got was a measly three or four hours. But she had remained strong and had never complained.

She had been giving the best she had for her family. Now, she looked up at the sky and wondered why God had treated her this way!

Why SHE had to undergo such a misfortune!

Last night's events came to her mind again and her weeping grew into hysterical cries. Even though some pedestrians came to her and asked if she needed any help, she didn't respond. She just kept crying, in increasing passion and sorrow.

Her entire body shook with her sobs. She had forgotten the piercing cold, and the only thing she felt was an eternal abyss she had been thrown into, so that the entire world was nothing but dark.

The sun slowly rose and under its rays, her trembling figure, lying helplessly on the snow, resolved itself on a man's cold, deep eyes.

Brian Long, who was sitting in his car a short distance away saw Molly through his car window. Though she cried uncontrollably, not a drop of emotion shadowed his cold face.

Inside the car, the atmosphere felt odd; out of place in some sorts. Looking through the rear-view mirror, Tony stole a perplexed peek at his boss, wondering what a woman lying in the snow had to do with him.

"Investigate this woman. Find all information you can about her. Name, background, the entire lot!" Brian withdrew his eyes from the woman and instructed Tony in a cold voice: "Go!"

"Yes, sir!"

Tony responded immediately and briefly as usual, and started the engine. Soon, their car joined the stream of traffic on the road. Unknowingly, Brian fixated his eyes on the rear-view mirror, where the image of the woman was receding farther and farther away and finally could not be seen anymore. Something mysterious flashed deep in his eyes for a second but went away as soon as it came.

Shortly after Brian's car had driven away, another car abruptly stopped by Molly's side.