Chapter 335 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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For the first time, Hans saw a girl cry without making a sound, her long eyelashes drooping, the two crystal tears falling, no sound, but the sadness was so clear, it made him feel sorry for her.

“Are you okay?” Hans didn’t know how to comfort her, and he could only hand her a tissue.

Suddenly, Molly burst into tears, giving Hans quite a jolt.

“Why would my stomach hurt?” Molly sobbed, “Why did it have to be then? Why did I faint? I’m so useless.”

Seeing her drastic mood swings, Hans could only comfort her, “It’s not your fault.”

Molly, “I could’ve held on. Why am I so weak.”

Seeing her cry so hard, Hans could only say, “Someone poisoned you.”

“Poisoned?” Molly’s tears stopped in their tracks. She instantly grabbed Hans arms, “What poison? Who poisoned me? Are you saying my stomachache was someone trying to harm me?”

Hans, “Yes.”

Molly, “Who? Why would they harm me?”

“We’re not sure yet.” Hans looked at her, gripping his arms. It wasn’t convenient to break free, he tried to back away quietly, but she held on tight, “Bella is on it, she’ll find out.”

“That’s too much.” Molly suddenly hugged him, sobbing uncontrollably, “It’s too much. Why would they poison me? Couldn’t they wait until after the. competition?”

Hans found her train of thought rather peculiar and couldn’t help but ask, “So you mean to poison yourself after the competition?”

“Exactly, I’d rather suffer unbearable pain or even pass out after the competition than make a fool of myself during it.” Molly sobbed, her cheeks rubbing against his clothes.

After rubbing her face on his clothes, she choked up, “Your clothes smell so good.”

Then, she suddenly froze. Wait, was she crying on Hans, wiping her tears on his clothes?

At that moment, Mirabella pushed the door open and walked in, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth upon seeing the scene.

Molly, “It’s not what you think.”

Molly hadn’t expected to do something so out of line, so she quickly let go and hurriedly explained to Hans, “I’m sorry, Mr. Collins, really sorry, I didn’t mean to. You can take off your clothes, and I’ll wash them for you when we get back.”

Hans, “That’s not necessary”

Molly tried to tug his clothes off but couldn’t, and it was tremendously embarrassing. She wiped her tears off his clothes with her hands, “I really didn’t mean to”

Her voice gradually lowered, and she murmured, “And I didn’t mean to hug you just now.”

Leaning against the door, Mirabella casually asked, “Should I hold onto your trophy?” Trophy??

Molly wanted to dash over and grab it.

“Careful.” Hans quickly caught her hand, which still had the IV needle in it. She would definitely pull on the needle if she rushed over like that.

Molly realized what was happening, her cheeks instantly turning red.

Hans hurriedly let go of her hand, and he had unintentionally grabbed it in his panic.

Mirabella watched the scene with interest, casually sauntering over, effectively breaking the awkward tension.

Mirabella, “Guess what this is?”

“Third place???” Molly’s eyes immediately lit up, “Bella, is this some special treatment for me? I passed out, yet still managed third place.” Mirabella, “You only tweaked the hemline in the third round, but the overall look was still good, plus your high scores in the first two rounds.” So, getting third place was within reason.

“Really? No special treatment? Really?” Molly excitedly hugged Mirabella.

Mirabella glanced at her hand, thankfully, the needle hadn’t been pulled. “Yes, the other judges have scored too. The scores are legit.”

Mirabella felt her cheek pressed against Molly’s, and she could barely say, “Easy there, you’re choking me.”

“Bella, I love you.” Molly hugged her tightly, like an affectionate kitten. She hadn’t won the championship, but she was more than satisfied with third place. Molly, “It’s just I didn’t get to receive the trophy from you on stage.”

“So take it now.” Mirabella handed her the trophy, formally stating, “Contestant No.1, Molly, congratulations on winning third place.”

Molly giggled happily, then bowed deeply, excitedly, and respectfully, accepting, Thank you, Queen Abby, thank you for personally presenting this to me.”

This is my autograph” Mirabella handed her a stack of photos, shots of her judging Molly during the competition. There were more than ten in total.

“Ah. Molly’s eyes sparkled, and she excitedly grabbed the photos, “Who took these? They’re so good.”

The key point here was that each photo had Queen Abby’s autograph on the back.

“How about a selfie?” Mirabella suggested with a smile.

“Sure! Sure!” Molly nodded excitedly, holding the trophy in one hand, a photo in the other, and clutching Mirabella’s arm. She didn’t just want a selfie, and she wanted a bunch.

Mirabella whipped out her phone, and Molly saw an extra face in frame as they posed for the camera. “Sorry, Mr. Collins, could you move over a bit.” she said a bit awkwardly.

Hans didn’t think he’d become the third wheel so quickly. He stepped aside, watching as the two girls snuggled up together.

Molly faced the camera with a beaming smile, Mirabella also grinning.

Hans found women to be such fickle creatures. One moment weeping, the next laughing like a kid.

Mirabella had only taken a few shots when her phone started to vibrate. She glanced at the caller ID and said in a low voice, “I need to take this call.” “Okay,” Molly replied, the trophy in her hand reflecting the joy on her face.

Upon answering, a man’s voice quickly came from the other end.

“Boss, did you save someone at the race today?”

Mirabella moved to the balcony of the hospital room and replied nonchalantly, “No.”

“Did you diagnose someone’s condition? Most people wouldn’t know about the HN2C poison. The race was broadcast globally, your diagnosis caught a lot of attention. You should return home quickly. I worry.”

“You worry that I can’t return?”

“Boss, the situation is grave. Even Skull and Bones is keeping tabs on you!”

Skull and Bones was a terrifying secret society. Some said they’ve managed to manipulate the politics of a major country for over a hundred years; others said many of the world’s biggest events were orchestrated by them.

In short, this group was much more dangerous than Mirabella’s Mafia Flame and of a completely different nature.

“Also, Hell Base is watching you.” The man on the phone seemed anxious. “And T3 Research Institute is looking for you.”

T3 Research Institute was a terrifying medical organization that researched frightening viruses and conducts experiments on older people and children. Those who attracted their attention either work for them or get killed. Over the years, no one who had caught their attention has managed to escape. “I’ll be careful,” Mirabella replied, her attention suddenly drawn to a group of hurried individuals downstairs who didn’t look friendly. “Boss, let me bring a few people and escort you home. We can’t guarantee your safety, but at least we can take a bullet for you.” After all, those who were eyeing the Boss now were all big trouble, like sticky mud that won’t shake off.

Mirabella, “No need, I have some matters to handle. I’m hanging up now.”

“Huh? Boss.”

Before the man could finish, Mirabella hung up the call. She walked back into the hospital room. Molly perked up immediately. “Bella, are you off the phone? Let’s take few more photos.”

Mirabella, “I have something to handle now. We’ll take more photos later. Hans, take Molly back to our country now.

“Now?” Hans was a bit puzzled. Molly still had two bottles of IV fluids to go. Why was she in such a hurry to leave? Had something happened?

“Yes, the fastest way is by private jet. I have some things to do, so I’m leaving first.”

“Hold on, aren’t we going to visit our company?” Hans asked quietly.”

“We’ll go next time, Mirabella replied, then left the hospital room without a second thought.

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