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Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 466

All the blood from Molly's face drained out as she heard his offer. She stared at Brian, her mouth agape, unable to process the information. How could he! He was unbelievable!

"You're insane, Brian! You're a lunatic!" Molly shouted furiously, "Then you might as well just kill Spark if you cut off one of his hands! Music is his life!"

Molly knew that Spark had learned to play the violin because his mother wished him to do so. His passion for it was planted deep inside him. It was his life and it was a part of him. It had always been in him since he was born. She couldn't imagine what would happen to Spark if he had to stop playing ever.

"Okay, I'll just kill him then," Brian said casually, "Either way, he wouldn't be the first person I've killed. I've done this so many times before. Sparing his life wouldn't make me a saint."

"What the..." Molly said in disbelief. She couldn't finish her sentence, nor believe what she was hearing. She pushed Brian just as he was trying to get close to her. She uttered in clenched teeth, "You're a demon, Brian."

Brian's heart contorted when he heard Molly spit those words at him. His eyes dimmed, unable to control the sadness. But Molly didn't see that. "Okay, fine! I'm the demon! I'm always the demon in your eyes! But just come back to me, Molly! What do you want to happen? You have to choose. Mark or Spark's hand. It's your choice, Molly."

Brian unlocked the car and leaned over to push the door on Molly's side open. After which, he pushed her out of the car before she could even respond. He closed the door at once, started the engine, and sped off. He did all of this in one swift move.

Brian drove like a maniac - his car just flew through the road. But his car screeched to a halt just barely a few miles over.

Brian saw Molly still crumpled up on the ground through his side mirror. She looked so tragic in her chiffon skirt. Molly had seemingly injured her ankle from the fall. Her dress was ripped apart on the back that her porcelain skin had peeked through. On her shoulders and arms were cuts and gashes from hitting the stones on the ground. Her face was twisted in pain.

Brian couldn't stop looking at the sight of Molly. His eyes were pained. He could see her cuts and gashes. He unconsciously turned the steering wheel so that he was heading towards Molly. He was holding the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were tightened of skin.

Brian stepped out of his car and walked over to where Molly was. He stared at her in silence, cursing himself on the inside. As revenge, he had tried to turn his heart into stone. But the truth was, when it came to Molly, he was powerless. He wasn't himself around her, and he never was no matter how hard he tried.

Molly's eyes were brimmed with tears. She tried her best to keep the tears from falling down her eyes. She just stared at Brian's shoes that were right in front of her. She could see them through her wet eyes, but she didn't want to look up at him.

"So this is what makes you happy, huh, watching me suffer," Molly raised her head to look at Brian as she spoke in a steady voice. The sun was shining across Brian's face that she could barely see him. She couldn't see his expression but she had a pretty good idea what his proud face looked like. The man had no respect for anyone. She sneered at herself before the tears came crashing out, "You only get a kick out of making people feel like trash, don't you?"

She thought of what Eric had just said yesterday and how peaceful her life was until Brian took Mark from her. She had lost control and her tears just kept coming like a waterfall. She smiled through the tears, "Can you see it now? I've always been inferior to you. You treat your dog better than you treat me. This is what makes you happy? Watching me suffer? "

Molly howled, her cries echoing throughout the empty field. She tried to control her tears but she just couldn't. She took a deep breath and made an effort to stand up, but she couldn't because her ankle was hurt.

Molly bit her lips, trying to gather any strength she had left. She was able to stand after a while but the pain from her ankle shoot up. Her body fell into a heap.

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