Chapter 218 The Truth of the Child 3
Chapter 218 The Truth of the Child 3
"How long have you been here? Why were you followed by those gangsters?"
Molly Lee lowers her head, bites her lip, and says, "I'm from Shenzhen. I've only been here for two months."
"What are you doing here?"
"To find my dad."
"Your father? Haven’t you found him yet?"
"No." Her voice sounds choked, "I have never seen him. I have lived with my mother since little. Until last week, my mother passed away and told me before her death that my father is from Zurich. If I wanted to find him, I should look for him here, so I came. At that time, I was too eager to find my father and didn’t realize how difficult it is to find someone. I’ve been here for almost two months, and I ran out of money. I have no choice but to wash the dishes in a restaurant. It’s too late tonight. I want to take a shortcut to the guest house, but I didn’t expect to run into those bastards..."
"Didn’t your mother tell you what your father's name is?"
She shakes her head, "My mother didn’t know what his name is..."
Troy frowns, "You don't even know the name, why?" Is it another one-night stand? He finds it somewhat hard to accept.
"He is a businessman. He came to Shenzhen and set up a factory there, and my mother was his secretary. He used a foreign name. It seemed that he was drunk one night and forced my mother to..."
Molly pauses in embarrassment, "After the incident, my mother resigned and left. Three months later, she found out she was pregnant. She wanted to find him, but when she thought that he already had a
family, she gave up the idea and gave birth to me alone."
"Then hadn’t your mother looked for him all these years?"
"She tried to, years later, but my father was no longer there. It’s said that he sold the factory and went back to Zurich."
"Did your mother have any other information from him?"
"No, she only remembered his foreign name was Dohren."
"Dohren..." Troy repeats, "I will let someone help you find out tomorrow."
Molly's eyes brighten upon hearing the words, "Thank you, sir, thank you!"
Her words remind him of that woman again, he ponders for a moment, and leaves with a sad expression. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
When he goes downstairs the next day, Molly has been waiting for a long time.
"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you last night, I'm leaving now, if you find out anything about my father, please be sure to notify me."
"How can I notify you?"
Molly is stunned, right, how can he notify her? Without a cell phone, nor a fixed address...
"I will come to you every three days, is that okay?"
Troy nods, "Okay."
"Thank you so much."
Molly breathes a sigh of relief, and walks to the gate of the house step by step, "Wait a minute." Someone calls her from behind.
She turns her head, "Is there anything else?"
Troy takes out his wallet and draws out a stack of cash to her, "Find a hotel to stay first."
"No, I can’t repay you for the life-saving grace, how can I take your money, really, I can’t take it."
"Take it."
"Sir, thank you, I really can’t."
"Then do you have a place to live?"
"I will find a way myself. If you can help me find my father, I will be so grateful."
Her tears slide to her chin, the same stubbornness and the same pitifulness.
"Live here for now, and you can move out until you find your father."
Molly raises her eyes, "That..."
"There are a lot of empty rooms here, and I don't come back often. Don't think it is quite a civilized city here during the day. At night, there are all kinds of people."
After Troy finishes speaking, he takes the lead out of the house, walks to the car and opens the door and is about to sit in. Molly rushes out, "Thank you, thank you, really!"
He nods blankly, starts the engine and drives away.
When he arrives at the company, Robert is waiting in his office. As soon as he enters the room, he immediately asks, "Why did you hang up yesterday?"
"Can't I hang up your phone?"
He puts on a fake smile and nods, "Of course you can."
"Check if there is any merchant in Zurich whose foreign name is Dohren."
"Why are you investigating this?"
" The father of that woman."
"Could she be here to find her father?"
"Yep."
"What is going on? Does she only know his foreign name? Is there no other information?"
"Yes."
Troy repeats Molly's words last night, and Robert sighs with emotion after listening, "Alas, it's pitiful."
"Go ahead."
"Okay."
He turns around and leaves, but suddenly turns his head back, "Mr. Troy, I know you may be unhappy with what I’m going to say, but I still want to say it."
"Say what?"
"Have you never thought that Miss Karin would be isolated and helpless in a foreign land like Molly?"
As he expects, Troy's face darkens...
Before Robert gets angry, he hurries to escape.
"Has she never contacted Billie?"
The inquiries suddenly coming from behind surprise him and he stops. Robert replies with joy and also disappointment, "No."
The happy thing is that he is finally willing to ask about her. What is disappointing is that since she left a year ago, Karin has not contacted anyone in Zurich, including his wife Billie.
In the evening, Troy returns to Charlie Mansion and walks through the courtyard. He finds Molly sitting in the pavilion watching the moon like last night. He wants to walk back to the room directly at first, but when he sees her eating the kebab she is holding in her hand, He suddenly freezes.
He slowly walks over, sits next to her, and asks gently "Do you like this too?"
Molly is startled by his sudden appearance, and smiles and nods, "Yes, this is delicious, do you want to have one?"
She takes one out from the plastic bag on her left side and hands it to Troy, "Have a try."
Troy's throat hurts a bit, but the pain is less than one-tenth of what he feels in his heart. He is in a trance for a moment, unable to tell who the woman in front of him is...
"What's wrong, sir?"
Molly is stunned by the mist in his eyes.
"Don't call me sir, my name is Troy."
"Then can I call you Troy?"
He nods, and looks away blankly, the flash in his eyes is fleeting.
"Troy, do you have something to worry about? I think you look sad..."
Troy takes a deep breath and tries to hide the sadness on his face, "No."
"That's good, I thought it is inconvenient for you to let me stay here."
Molly raises her chin and smiles sweetly, "The moon is so round tonight."
"You seem to like to admire the moon?"
"Yes, I like to look at the moon, and I prefer to look at the big and round moon, because the moon represents reunion. If the moon is complete every day, then it will definitely not have the pain of separation in this world.
Troy smiles bitterly, "A woman I used to like, she also likes to sit in the yard and watch the moon, and she also likes to eat this."
He sadly points to the kebab in Molly's hand.
"I will not eat this anymore..."
Molly bites her lip and puts the half-eaten kebab back into the bag.
"Why?"
"I don't want to make Troy sad."
"I am not sad."
"Your eyes won’t lie..."
Troy squints at her in surprise, and says nothing before standing up and leaving the courtyard.
At night, he is lying halfway on the sofa in the bedroom, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, tasting mouthfuls.
He doesn’t know the taste of being drunk, but he is more and more inseparable from the wine. He looks at the red liquid and reminds himself over and over again that she is not her. Don’t take all the women in the world as her shadow just because he misses her so much...
The next day Robert is called into the president's office. Troy stands in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and says, "Find it out."
"Find out what?"
Robert is confused.
"What do you think?" He turns around.
As soon as he sees his eyes, he understands everything, "Miss Karin, right?"
"Yep."
"Okay, I'll get into it right away!"
Robert can’t hide his excitement. He wanted to find it out a long time ago, but this guy wouldn’t let him. Pigs actually fly!
He returns to the assistant’s office and immediately calls the airline to find out which flight Karin took a year ago. Recently, he feels that his job has changed. He is always looking for someone. It is fine to
look for his boss’s lover, but someone’s father? It really gives him a headache to find someone without a name.