Chapter 551 Misunderstanding Hurts (Part One)

At the rehab center in A City. Daniel just sat there, dispirited and lethargic.

He stared at Molly and begged, "Molly, I don't want to be here.

Let me out.

I promise, I will behave myself. I will never use drugs once I'm out. Please let me go. I don't want to
stay here."

Molly had never expected that only a few days after parting from him, Daniel would become such a
mess. Hearing his pleas, her heart softened; her eyes teared up.

"I..."

"Little Molly," Eric interrupted her, "If you want to see Daniel die of drug addiction, then you can let him
out."

Molly knew that Eric was right, but she didn't want to see Daniel suffer either.

"No, Molly, let me go," Daniel grasped Molly's hand as he glared at Eric. His voice was agitated and
eager, "Let me out. If I have to stay here any longer, I might as well kill myself. Do you want to see me
die, Molly?"

"Daniel..." Molly said. She didn't want to ignore his request - he looked so desperate and miserable.
But, she made the most reasonable choice. Daniel used to be such a good boy. He was a straight A
student with great self-discipline. But now, he was just a junkie. It broke her heart. In the past, Daniel
assisted and supported her through her hardships. Now, it was her turn to help him. "Daniel, you must
go through this detox."



"No, Molly, I don't want to live like this," Daniel shouted and cried, "How can you just stand there and
watch me suffer? How can you do this to me?"

Eric frowned and was about to say something when Molly forcibly pulled her hand back and cried, "You
will never see me again unless you promise to get rid of this drug addiction."

Sensing Molly's resolution, Daniel stopped crying and put on a spiteful look. He shot a nasty glance at
her, then said hatefully, "I get it... You are with Mr. Brian Long now. You have his kid. So you don't need
me any more. Your brother means nothing to you now, huh?"

"That's not true!" Molly exclaimed.

"No?" Daniel's resentment grew more intense, "If you do care about me, then why are you with the
same man who injected me with this nasty drug?

" Molly was speechless.

"Daniel, you really are good at modifying and manipulating facts." Eric sneered. As Molly and Daniel
tried to digest his words, Eric added, "You had already been drugged while you were taken away. If I'm
right, the drug was called Dream and is almost impossible to quit. Injecting it again will only accumulate
the toxin and eventually lead to your death."

Daniel and Molly were both stupefied.

"Brian injected Cold Heart into your body so that you would survive. And as far as I know, Brian was
the one who had got you into rehab after he had told Elias to work out an antidote for Dream." The
surprised look on Molly's face told him that Brian had never revealed these things to her.

"What...What're you saying? What do you mean?" Daniel glared and howled at him, "Even if what you
said is true, remember that he was the reason why I got kidnapped in the first place."



Eric sneered and explained, "If you had stayed put at the farm just as Brian had ordered, you would
have been safe and sound. You wouldn't have been taken away, and Brian wouldn't have had to risk
his life in the Phoenix Mountain." His voice was cold and harsh. No matter how many differences he
and Brian had, he would never let another person smear Brian's name in front of him. If it wasn't for
Brian and Little Molly, he would have already killed Daniel a thousand times already. "Daniel, you'll stay
here and get detoxed," Eric said, "And without my order, you will not get out of here."

"No!" Daniel howled, "Let me out. I don't need rehab."

On Eric's orders, the guards of the rehabilitation center took Daniel away. Disdainfully, Eric stood up
and walked out. Molly, still crying, followed him. When they were inside the car, she hastily asked,
"What did you mean? What you said to Daniel..."

"I meant every word I said," Eric said plainly.

"Brian didn't inject the drug?" Molly asked, but felt like it was a stupid question. She frowned.

Eric threw a glance at her, then answered, "Brian did inject it. But if he hadn't, Daniel would be dead
now."

Molly went silent. She lowered her head and twirled her fingers. She didn't know how to respond to all
of these mixed feelings. Suddenly she remembered something Brian had once said to her. He had told
her that one day when she realized what he had done for her, she would change her opinions about
him.

"Eric, can you take me to Emp?" Molly's voice was low and flustered.

Eric cast a look at her, then turned around and moped. He had hoped to push Molly away from Brian.
He shouldn't have challenged Daniel and told them the truth.



Sulking, Eric drove Molly to Emp. "I have work to do. You go upstairs and find Brian yourself."

Molly nodded. "Eric, thank you," she paused, then continued, "You have a place in my heart too, and
you'll never be replaced. I wish you could be happy."

Molly got off the car, stopped for a second, then continued to walk away. Eric watched her and
murmured sarcastically, "Even if I have a place in your heart, that is never comparable to Brian's, is it?
You wish I could be happy? How could I possibly be happy without you? What is happiness anyway?
You are such a mean woman..."

Eric started the car and left. Being too indecisive and uncertain about his heart, he hated his present
self. He was never happy, whether he fought for Molly or not.

Molly entered Emp, but she hadn't told Brian that she was coming and the staff here didn't know her.
So she had no access to Brian's office upstairs.

Molly had no choice but to wait in the hall.

The walls were aligned with several giant LED screens broadcasting the stock index. People beside
her were all studying these statistics as they scribbled on their papers. Bored, she sighed and dialed
Brian's number.

The phone rang for a while before it connected. Brian's voice came through and he spoke calmly, "You
went to visit Daniel?"

"Yes." Brian's voice made Molly sad and apologetic. And her voice quivered.

"What's wrong?" Brian asked, as he sensed a difference in her tone, "Where are you?"

"I... I'm at Emp," Molly's voice was stuffy, "Can I come up to your office?"



Brian frowned and answered, "I'm not at the office right now. I will tell my staff to escort you to my
office. You wait up there and I will pick you up in a while."

"Okay," said Molly and told him that she was waiting in the hall.

Moments after she had hung up, a well-dressed, middle-aged man hurried over to her and greeted her,
"Mrs. Long?"

Molly wasn't accustomed to that name yet. She blinked perplexedly and asked tentatively, "And you
are?"

The man broke into a smile and answered, "Mr. Brian Long asked me to take you to his office. He will
be coming by later."

Molly looked surprised at the speed at which Brian managed things.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Long. I didn't know that it was you back then. The next time when you come over and
need any help, you can come directly to me," the man went on with his long string of flattery and
apology.

Molly stood up, her lips twitching. She felt that name on her lips- 'Mrs. Long'. It sounded kind of creepy.
But the man didn't give her a chance to say a word. She could only keep her embarrassed smile
plastered on her face.

After escorting her to the top floor and brewing her a cup of tea, the man left her alone. That, to her,
was quite a relief.


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