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Chapter 1307

Before the driver pulled the brakes, Yale already opened the door and jumped out of the car. The

inertia almost threw him into the snow.

He couldn't care less about it as he sprinted toward Molly. Linus and Ethan stepped out of the car, too.

Blood soiled Olivia's face, and her hand held a knife as the robust men were hot on her heels.

Ethan dashed in their direction, his punch flying at the closest bodyguard.

Kelvin and Brent rarely saw Ethan putting himself in the game. The duo led their men to block the

bodyguards.

Linus scanned the scene, not knowing why Krystal went berserk all of a sudden.

Still, even if the other party made her mad, she shouldn't have gone this far.

"Jasper!" Linus called.

The man who suffered a hit from Ethan stood in military form. A streak of blood flowed from beneath

his nose.

"Yes, sir." "What's happening?" asked Linus.

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Ethan rushed up to Olivia and wrapped his coat around the woman, who was dressed thinly."Liv, what

happened?”

His rough fingertips caressed her face. Fortunately, it wasn’t her blood.

She answered, "I'm fine, but Yale's sister..."

He was aware of the matter between her and Molly, other women didn't concern him as long as Olivia

was safe and sound.

Olivia headed in Molly’s direction.

Including Krystal's relationship with Yale, both the Heaths and the Kingstons shared an ambiguous

relationship.

After this eventful day, the balance between the family would surely be broken.

Olivia had no intention of meddling in their business. Her sole wish was to protect Molly.

Yale ran toward Molly as Krystal grabbed the former's hair, laughing crazily like a winner.

"Yale Kingston, this is your retribution for betraying me."

Molly regained consciousness due to the pain. She was barely holding on because of the huge blood

loss.

Crying, she stared at him. "T-the baby..."

His eyes were red, and veins traced along his arms-signs of him on the verge of losing his sanity.

He got to Krystal's side in no time, and his whole body trembled.

Imagine just how much he wished he could kill Krystal on the spot to avenge the woman he loved.

But Molly's condition rendered it impossible. His rationality was urging him to take her to the hospital at

this instant.

Wasting time on Krystal might delay Molly's treatment, putting her in danger.

"Krystal Heath, what did my sister do that you have to beat her into a pulp?" His voice sounded faint yet

dangerous.

The calmer he was, the scarier he was. Krystal had imagined many scenes but not a calm Yale.

"What did you say? She's your sister?"

Yale spared her an indifferent glance. "She's Molly Kingston."

Krystal's face paled at the drop of a hat. Now that she thought about it, the Kingstons did have a

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daughter who never left the house.

According to the rumors, her body had been weak since she was young, so she lived somewhere else.

As time passed, people slowly forgot about her.

That was why Krystal assumed that Molly was Yale's secret lover, trying to get away with this by

claiming to be his sister.

"Yale, I-Listen, I can explain." "It's over between US, Krystal.’ Yale dropped the bombshell so calmly.

Ignoring the flustered Krystal, he crouched to carry Molly. "Don't be afraid, Molly. I'll take you to the

hospital. You'll be fine." "Yale..." Molly fell unconscious.

He swiftly turned to Olivia, who already got into a car. "Mr. Yale, hurry!"

Molly had to be taken to the hospital as soon as possible. She lost too much blood.

Olivia didn't have the medical devices for it. Not even a saint could do anything when the necessary

tools were not present.

He hopped into the car with Molly in his arms.

No one noticed that his palms were bleeding from clenching his fists too hard.