Chapter 70 Be The First One To Leave (Part Two)

Although she didn't hear what the person on the phone was talking about, according to her experience
with Brian in the past few days and his noticeably hideous aura at that moment, Molly somehow
understood what he wanted to do.

She slightly opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but eventually, she decided to keep her
mouth shut. She was not even able to protect herself. Why was she worried about others? Why would
she bring more trouble to herself for other people's sake?

She had never thought that she was someone very noble. She was no more than a common person.
Within a month, she would definitely leave Brian and return to her normal life.

"Are you thinking about leaving me again? Right?" Brian asked angrily.

"No..." mortified, Molly answered in a weak voice as she lowered her eyes.

"Huh!" he snorted. With an evil smile, he cast a sharp glance at Molly and said in a detached, hollow
voice, "Do you believe it? Without my permission for you to leave, you wouldn't have a chance."

Molly's facial expressions changed all of a sudden. Staring at Brian's arrogant face, she tried her best
to control her anger, moved her eyes away and answered without emotion, "Yes, I'm aware of that!"

She didn't want to irritate him and endure his punishment again.

Exasperated at her obedience to him, Brian gave her one more cold glance and stood up to leave the
bedroom without saying another word.

At the sound of the door closing behind him, Molly winced with bitterness. She wondered what kind of
environment Brian had grown up in. How had he become such a strange person?

But the answer was of no importance to her. They would be irrelevant to each other after this month.



**

In the Netherlands, Wearing an anxious face, Cindy Han glanced at Becky Yan, who had bandages
around her eyes. Heart racing with tension like a Hennessey Venom, Cindy was breathing hard.

A professional doctor reminded Becky not to open her eyes so soon while he slowly unwrapped the
bandages from her eyes.

"Take it easy. Get used to the light first. Okay... Good, just like that... Open your eyes slowly, slowly...
Don't rush..."

Under the doctor's peaceful guidance, Becky slowly opened her eyes and tried to take in her
surroundings.

"Becky, can you see things clearly? Can you see me?" Cindy asked anxiously.

Widening her beautiful and pure eyes, Becky scanned the room. Her eyes, which used to be bright,
were now dim, as she blinked, squeezed close, and then slowly opened them again.

"How is that? Can you see anything?" The anxiety increased in Cindy's voice.

"Can you see things clearly?" the doctor also asked.

A dash of disappointment flashed through Becky's eyes. She pursed her mouth, shook her head and in
a low voice moaned, "No..."

Briefly, she paused, and then went on, "I can only see the outlines of the objects. Nothing else!"

"How come?" Cindy shouted, glaring at the doctor. "Didn't you say that the conservative treatment
could help Becky see things more clearly?" she demanded. "Why have things become more blurry in
her eyes?"



With his brows furrowed, the doctor explained, "Miss Yan's retinas are different from common people's.
The rate of success of the operation is low. The only way to cure her eyes completely is to find the
most suitable retinas for transplant."

That was what Becky and Cindy had been told about before the operation, but they still held the slim
hope that the operation would be successful. They had hoped luck would be on their side.

However, it wasn't!

"Although Miss Yan's retinas are very rare, there is still a chance to find a matching donor. Miss Yan,
why not try to find the right retinas from different hospitals around the world? Maybe, you could be
lucky, " the doctor suggested.

Becky smiled ruefully and politely ignored Cindy, who still wanted to argue with the doctor. "Thank you,
doctor!" she said.

The doctor nodded with a sigh and then left the ward.

When the door was closed, the strength on Becky's face disappeared. Overwhelmed by the
disheartening news, she lowered her face to look at the blurry figure in front of her. Tears flooded her
eyes.

"Becky, go back to Mr. Long. Apart from him, I don't think we know anyone else who could get us the
right retinas for you. Let's go back!" Cindy persuaded.

Not wanting Cindy to see her pretending to be strong, Becky didn't reply. She kept her head lowered. A
bitter smile mixed with uncontrollable tears betrayed her difficult moment.

Seeing the look on Becky's face, Cindy got frustrated and roared, "Are you going to live like this for the
rest of your life? Do you want to be totally blind?"



Becky kept silent. After a moment, she forlornly said, "Cindy, I am petrified. I am afraid that even if I go
back to him, I'd still be blind. I don't want Brian to see me this way. It's my eyes that he loved about me
the most, and he kept saying it. But now it looks like I'm heading to total blindness, very quickly. What
will he value about me?" She sighed dejectedly.

When Cindy said nothing, Becky picked up from where she'd left, "If this happens, I would rather be the
first one to leave! I want him to remember my most striking looks. Not my blind look."

"What are you talking about? That's not the right way to look at life!" Getting more frustrated, Cindy felt
like grabbing her and forcefully shaking her from the unreasonable negativity now consuming her.
"Don't you understand Mr. Long? He is able to get any woman in the world. There are so many women
who have the same beautiful eyes as you, but why hasn't he gone for those women? Because he loves
you! He loves who you are. He may have said he loved your eyes the most, but how many other things
did he say that he loved about you? A whole lot of things, which you want to trivialize."

Having heard Cindy's words, Becky slowly raised her head, her eyes puffed with tears. She was about
to say something, but right then, her phone rang. Concealing the sadness deep in her eyes, she pulled
out the phone, only to be reminded of the reality of her handicap. It was a text message.

Looking at the blurry outline of her phone, she was upset. Obligingly she passed Cindy the phone with
obvious dejection. "Read for me please, " she requested in a shaky voice.

The frustrated face was unsettling, almost overwhelming to Cindy whose heart welled with compassion.
She sighed as she reached for the phone from Becky's outstretched hand. She opened the message,
quickly read it and said in confusion, "It's from an unknown number. Someone asks you to check your
email..."


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