Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

Chapter 267 Real Life Cemetery

Molly took so much time chasing Luca around that Kelsie asked Jett if he’d like to return and leave Molly to her business.

As soon as he left, she straightened up, rested the mallet on her shoulder again, and waltzed toward Luca.

"Damn it, just go ahead and do it—no need to prolong my suffering!" He yelled at her through gritted teeth.

Molly shrugged and glanced at the cliff ahead of them.

"Twenty years. That’s how long I’ve been working for someone I loathe so much. You grew more powerful by the day, and I had no choice but to forgo everything I planned for you."

"The hundreds of punishments I came up with before sleeping every night. The gruesome things I planned to do to you if I could."

"Today, I finally have that opportunity, but for some reason, I just can’t bring myself to swing the mallet hard enough."

"I mean, one hard swing at your head and this nightmare of twenty years will all be over, so why is it I can’t do it?"

Taking this chance she stopped inching closer, Luca crawled further, glancing over his shoulder as he moved.

When he had put a reasonable distance between them, he huffed and turned to leer at her.

"Hmph! So you kill me, and then what? Do you think Kelsie will forgive you? I don’t know what deal you had with her, but don’t you dare for a second think you’re both on good terms now."

"You know how the women in our Langford family are. They care about their children more than anything."

"Lest you’ve forgotten, you helped me orchestrate the kidnapping of her daughter just a few weeks ago. You know better than anyone she’d forgive you for everything else, but never that."

Molly smiled bitterly, shifting her gaze to meet his. "I guess that makes the two of us, then. Though we’re very different when it comes to one thing; dying."

"I’ve long given up on life, but you? You kill without blinking an eye, and even when you say you don’t care about dying, you still do your best to stay alive. You’re like a cockroach."

"And the only way to properly get rid of a cockroach is to hit it several times until it stops moving completely."

Luca clenched his jaw and swallowed.

Indeed, she knew him better than anyone.

Lioren was a dog-eat-dog world, and from the beginning of his life , he had always been the one doing the eating.

Never in a thousand years did he imagine a situation like this would be his reality some day.

He didn’t even panic this much when he was poisoned at the hotel.

While he was being treated, he could only remember saying one thing when the pain became unbearable, "Just let me die!"

Recalling how he’d humiliated himself in front of the hotel staffs, he was brimming with rage when he woke up.

But realizing he was being treated like a king, he quickly concluded it was being taken care of by Molly and relaxed.

He spent the entire week waiting for her to report before dishing out more instructions on how to deal with Kelsie.

Then just this afternoon, Molly suddenly returned to his side, with Jett Adler.

That’s when it finally made sense.

The treatment wasn’t because his status was recognized, he was just being caged in the hospital.

Gnashing his teeth hard, he began crawling back to Molly.

He didn’t want to die. He was so attached to life that he had invested in a machine to keep him eternally young.

He sponsored serums, creams—anything rumored to be anti-aging. He did all that because he planned to live a long life and never look his age.

Dying by being thrown off a cliff was a nightmare that crept up on him the more he thought about it.

Gulping down a mouthful of hard, he exhaled shakily and called out to her, "You do know we can talk this through, Molly. Kelsie isn’t here, and neither is Jett Adler. It’s just the two of us."

"People in Lioren probably haven’t even heard what happened to me, so we can go back together and continue living as we always have."

"As for Kelsie and Jett, we’ll get back at them another time. Just listen to me this once, and I promise you won’t regret it."

Molly, however, stared at him with void, emotionless eyes prompting his to light up with hope the moment he recognized that look.

Molly didn’t say much most of the time, so he didn’t know what she was thinking, but this look he’d seen quite a lot in the past.

It was her contemplating look.

If she was thinking it through, it meant she had at least considered asking him the same.

After all, why had she swung the mallet around for so long without ending him?

Why had she stopped the violence the moment Jett left, and started speaking instead?

The string of thoughts had barely formed when a mocking laugh suddenly filled the air.

He snapped out of his reverie and looked up, startled to see her laughing so loudly.

"Hahaha?!" Though confused, he laughed along awkwardly.

When the laughter dragged on, he crawled closer and spoke calmly.

"I really mean it, Molinda. Remember how good a duo we’ve always been? We’re so formidable that people think twice before messing with our Langley family."

"Let’s not forget—you’ve always been more respected because of me. If you suddenly return to Lioren without me, think of how life there will become."

"And don’t worry about my leg, I’ll have the best doctors fix it. Then I’ll push this betrayal to the back of my mind and never recall it again. I promise."

Despite being in this situation, he was still so self-centered and actually found a way to make it all about himself.

She finally stopped laughing and kicked him hard in the face.

It was unexpected and sent him sprawling backward.

Before he could get up, she stepped forward and stomped down on the back of his knee right where his bone was poking out.

"Arghhh!" he screamed, unable to reach back and stop her.

Ignoring his cries, she pressed down harder and sneered, "Go back to our life, you say? You mean the one where I run errands for you, get abused, and thank you for the abuse?"

"Why return you to your high horse when this sight of you groveling and begging to be let of is so much better to look at?"

As she spoke, she bent over, reaching for the same injured leg.

Dragging him to the edge of the cliff, his knees stretched painfully, increasing his cries.

"It’s not a deep fall, really. If I throw you down, you should be able to crawl back up in a few days... assuming no more broken bones and the future infection from this one doesn’t leave your body cold and lifeless for some ranger to find."

She let go of him at the edge and stoically watched him reel from the pain of having his injured knee stretched.

"Are you rolling down yourself, or do you need me to do this honor?"

Realizing he couldn’t reach her anymore, he resorted to the thing he did best—threatening.

"Listen to me carefully, Molinda. Whatever you’re doing, I suggest you do it to the very end because I promise if you don’t kill me now, you better be preparing your funeral after tossing...arghhh!"

The rest of the sentence died in his throat as she abruptly raised her foot and shoved him backward with full force.

His screams echoed for a while... then she stopped hearing it completely.

After glancing around, she turned and walked to her car parked across the road.

As she crossed, her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to answer.

There was a few seconds silence before the caller spoke up, "Hello, ma’am. I’m calling from the Real Life Cemetery. It’s about your urn in our columbarium. Some people just came to take it."

The words had barely left the speaker’s mouth before Molly started the car, her eyes clouding over, "Stall them for as long as possible. I’ll be over in a minute."

At the Real Life Cemetery, a middle-aged woman slowly lowered the phone from her ears her eyes darting between the two men standing across her.

"She said she’s coming over."

Maxwell Kensington glanced at his butler.

When his butler mentioned this, he thought it ridiculous, but just to be safe, he traced Lois Fletcher’s ashes to this columbarium, where he was told someone left instructions to be contacted if anyone came looking.

Kelsie had barely been six when her mother died, and the cemetery worker described the person who left the note as a young woman in her late teens, at most.

Since it couldn’t have been Jerry Sutton, that left only one person.

The only one who looked like a teenager even in her twenties.

Lois Fletcher herself.