Love Began with the First Meeting

"Ruby," Becky spat, staring into Molly's eyes with undisguised repulsion.

She had always been strong-willed and domineering.

"You just confirmed what I said before. You're no better than a whore, aren't you? You really took after your mother, you both like enticing men who are already in relationships and destroying their families. You're shameless! Isn't it enough that your mom stole my mom's happiness? Why did you have to destroy my happiness too? Tell me, what sin did we commit to you and your mom in the previous life that you have to make us suffer a lifetime of unhappiness?" Becky asked shrilly, her furious voice directed at Molly.

Shrinking back in fear, Molly stared at Becky's almost demonic face. Looking at Becky's face full of rage and malice, she suddenly remembered the face in her recurring nightmare. Painful childhood memories exploded in her head. Memories that she had buried deep in the recesses of her mind surfaced, making her whole body shiver. Slowly, the fragments of her childhood memories started to gather together, the cruel memories almost made her writhe in agony. She felt as if her whole world had been turned upside down. The explosion of unwanted childhood memories in her head almost made her faint.

Becky strode menacingly towards Molly. Wide-eyed and trembling, Molly retreated backward. Knowing that Molly was the biggest obstacle between herself and Brian ignited Becky's fury. Gnashing her teeth, she turned the full force of her anger at Molly. "Ruby, you and your mom are unscrupulously fond of stealing other women's men, aren't you? You don't care if you're just a means of warming up their beds. It doesn't matter if you're just a toy for them, to play with whenever and however they like. How can you be so shameless? Don't you have even a tiny bit of self-respect?"

harmed my mom when he got drunk. My mom was innocent, it was him who brought all these miseries upon my mom and me. So why are you putting all the blame

more. Without warning,

her cheeks was the only color in her face. Becky glared at her without repentance, her eyes shooting venomous sparks. Shock made Molly stiff, her hand lifted unconsciously on her cheek which had felt numb at the unexpected attack. She felt heat

her brows flickered in humiliation. She could feel the sting of unshed tears as it swirled around her eye rims, blurring

have no shame," she said in a voice full of contempt. "Why on earth did God

at the injustice of it all. She'd rather die than shed a tear in front of Becky. Heaving a deep breath, she mustered all the courage she had left and brought her eyes up to look squarely at Becky. "Fortunately, I don't have a sister

out of the room with her head held high. Her clenched fists made groove marks in her cold palms. She could still hear Becky shouting incessantly behind her, but she didn't care. All she cared about was going as far away

swollen eyes, Yoyo frowned worriedly. "Molly, what happened? You look terrible! Are you OK?" she asked

Yoyo shook her head. Obviously, Molly was not in the mood to talk. Looking towards the VIP patient room, Yoyo frowned. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation between Molly and Becky. Even though the VIP room was sound-proof, she still managed to overhear Becky's words. "Turns out that Molly is Becky's sister," she muttered to herself. She found it hard to believe even though