As the time approached three o'clock, and still no sign of any news being announced, the initial curiosity faded after a round of impatient urging without any answers.
Just when everyone thought it was all baseless speculation from that media outlet, a gossip reporter released a video.
The video featured a tall and handsome man embracing a woman as they entered a hotel entrance, spending two days and two nights together.
If it were just ordinary people, it might not have been a big deal, but the male lead in the video was Preston, and the female lead had a mosaic over her face, making it impossible to clearly identify her.
One thing was certain: it wasn't Molly.
Because the entire elite circle of Flento City knew that Preston was engaged to Molly. Now with this kind of video surfacing, didn't it confirm the content of that headline?
In no time, all the attention and suspicion were squarely focused on Preston. Yet Preston himself remained clueless since he had just turned on his phone, waiting at the hotel for Zoie to bring him some takeout. He took advantage of the moment to dial Molly's number.
When the call connected, before he could even speak, Molly's sobbing voice came through, "Brother, why are you doing this to me? If you don't like me, you could have told me directly. Why did you agree to marry me if you had someone else? How could you do this to me? You clearly have someone else, so why did you agree to marry me? Is it because of the baby? If that's the case, I can give up the child. I'll set you free!"
Preston listened to Molly's words in a daze, but the only thing he could grasp was that Molly said he had someone else.
Preston's expression instantly darkened. Frowning deeply, his eyes turned as cold as frost. He asked in a controlled tone, "Molly, what are you talking about?"
"Brother, are you still going to deny it? The video of you and that woman has already been leaked. If it weren't for someone accidentally filming you entering and leaving the hotel, I might still be in the dark about it." Molly let out a faint laugh, self-mockingly saying, "You promised me. Why deceive me like this? Just because I love you, does that give you the right to trample on my feelings for you?"
Preston only realized what had happened at this point. His face became grim, and he switched his phone to speaker mode while opening another app to check the current situation online.
After seeing what was on the internet, his eyes froze in place for quite a while before he snapped back to reality. His voice, slightly hoarse, said, "Molly, I can explain."
"Explain? How are you going to explain?" Molly's tone turned skeptical.
"I have nothing to do with her. It's just the media blowing things out of proportion. She and I are just business partners. We're working on a new project together."
"Is that so?"
"Molly, don't you believe me?" Preston countered her with a question.
Under normal circumstances, Molly would have replied, "I believe you. Since I believe you, I'll trust whatever you say. Are you telling me that all of this is just speculation?"
But today, Molly's response was different.
She didn't hurry to answer. The sound of her gentle sobbing reached Preston's ears through the phone, as if she were a deeply heartbroken woman. After almost half a minute of silence, she spoke in a calm yet unhurried manner, "How do you expect me to believe you? The evidence is right in front of my eyes. Do you want me to delude myself?"
Molly chuckled with self-mockery and added, "Do you want me to pretend I don't know or tell myself that all of this is just a dream? That's a bit too much to ask, isn't it?"
Molly's response was completely different from what Preston had expected, leaving him stunned and unable to respond. His expression grew colder, and his voice, husky, asked, "Molly, do you really not trust me? Is this truly unrelated to me? How could I betray you? We have a child together, we're about to get married. How could I possibly be involved with someone else?"
Molly didn't want to continue this conversation. She knew that no matter what she said, Preston would always act like he had the upper hand. But this time, she intended to change that dynamic.
With a hint of laughter, she said to Preston, "If you want me to believe you, then provide evidence to make me believe. Otherwise, I don't know how to trust you. I can't convince myself otherwise."
The call ended there, and Preston stared at his disconnected phone with disbelief. He even doubted if Molly had really answered the call just now. Otherwise, how could she have hung up so quickly?
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