Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 350

Elias frowned. He studied Molly for a while and said, "Maybe she is too scared and her nerves have been affected." He folded his left arm across his chest, the elbow of his right hand placed against it. He rubbed his chin with his right hand, sinking into deep thought. Then he turned to Eric and said, "I have to do a few more examinations before making a decision. But," Elias shrugged and gestured towards Molly before continuing, "she refuses to be touched by anybody."

That was what worried Eric too. He had tried to encourage Little Molly to speak. After trying hard, however, Molly could only let out some muffled breaths instead of words. She couldn't make any noise.

Eric understood how she must have felt when her hope was distinguished again. Molly had accepted the fate that she might never speak again and was leading a contented life in spite of that harsh truth. But she was given hope when she was told that she might regain her voice. Although she had persuaded herself to take that chance with a calm attitude, she would have expected a positive result. It would be great if Molly could be completely healed, but if it failed... Quenching the fire of hope which was reignited in the heart was more difficult than the harm she had suffered the first time.

"Little Molly," said Eric as he pushed the rolling chair to the side of her bed. He settled his eyes on Molly, who had kept her head low all this time, and said, "It's getting late, Molly. You have stayed on this bed this whole time without eating anything. Let's go and have some food. Okay?"

Molly didn't respond. But soon, her eyelids flickered to show her approval. She understood Eric's anxiety for her. She just had no idea how she was supposed to react to such a consequence. She had told herself to keep low expectations and was well prepared to face the worst. But her heart was thrown into an abyss of despair the moment she tried to speak and realized that all her efforts had been in vain. She only felt utter coldness, her heart was frozen.

Molly bit her lips, in an attempt to subdue the grief in her heart. She couldn't speak. Was she destined to be mute for the rest of her life? Couldn't God show a little bit of mercy on her at least this once?

'Just this once... I just need one last chance, God!'