Chapter 57 Stolen
Wesley’s POV
I was furious when I received the call about what happened to my parents. Upon reaching my own home, I saw my family being bullied, and I felt helpless due to the sling on my arm.
Even without it, I doubted I could defeat Giovanni. The trained bodyguards I brought were unable to defeat him, which added to my shame. What was he made of?
Someone of his status should have bodyguards, but he didn’t have any with him and dealt with mine effortlessly.
To make matters worse, Radley looked to me for defense.
"The cops were too scared to arrest him. Dad has been taken to the hospital."
"You won't let him bully us, will you?"
His desperate eyes met mine, and my heart ached that I couldn't protect them.
This was all because of Molly. “Radley, I had an accident on the way and broke my wrist. Please allow me some time to recover,” I said, but Molly interrupted.
“An accident? Or did Gianni break your wrist because you tried to touch me?” she taunted. I was stunned to see her like this.
Molly used to be calm and calculated, but within a few days, I couldn’t recognize her anymore.
“If you don't follow my instructions, you will also be charged for my time. Molly's belongings need to be properly arranged, and the jewelry box must be repaired as it holds sentimental value from her late parents. It has to be an exact replica, even if you decide to purchase a new one,” Giovanni said ruthlessly.
My attention was drawn to the jewelry box he mentioned, knowing how much Molly cherished it.
"What happened to the jewelry box?" I inquired, to which Mom responded sharply,
"Radley broke it. You're here now, shouldn't you be taking care of these strangers in our house?"
Realizing the significance of the jewelry box, which was custom-made by her mother, I attempted to offer to cover the cost of replacing it for Molly's sake.
“I will pay for it,” I said but Molly's reaction made it clear that I had made a mistake, but I was at a loss for what to do next.
"No, it's the only memory I have of my mom, and you know that. There were two of them, and I've already lost one. I can't bear to lose this one too," Molly expressed with a hint of desperation.
Navigating Molly's emotions in the presence of a mafia Don was challenging, and the dynamics between them remained a mystery to me.
His imposing presence felt like a looming threat, ready to strike at any moment.
"I apologize, Kiara," I offered, but Kiara looked back at me with a puzzled expression.
“You haven't offended me, so what are you talking about?" She asked, her curiosity evident in her eyes, mirroring that of Molly. Instead of explaining as they expected, I turned the question back to Molly.
"Molly, if I were to give you the exact same jewelry box, would you let everything go?" I was weary of witnessing my family's suffering and knew Giovanni's words held weight.
With my hired bodyguards defeated, I couldn't bear to let things continue as they were and risk losing face in front of my family.
Molly's gaze made me feel foolish, and her sarcastic remark stung like a bullet.
"What makes you think this decrepit house appeals to me? I half expected to find pigs being raised here, given the lack of cleanliness."
I swallowed my hurt and retrieved the duplicate box from upstairs.
My parents remained unaware of the impending divorce, still hopeful for Molly's return to clean.
Little did they know she would use it against me. Where did you get that? It was stolen," Molly observed, tears shimmering in her eyes.
I noticed Giovanni's unwavering gaze on her as if he feared losing her if he looked away.
I wished I understood the nature of their relationship, as I was certain it wasn't romantic. Perhaps she was using him to provoke jealousy in me, knowing how deeply she loved me and was hurt by my choice of Kiara over her.
Feeling Giovanni's eyes on me, I decided to confess, planning to address Molly's feelings later.
“I stole it to give to Kiara but never had the chance because you were always at home. I hid it away and only just remembered it now."
Molly quickly took the box from me, holding it close to her chest as she opened it and started packing the jewelry from the table.
Kiara had a painful look in her eyes but there was nothing I could do at this moment.
Molly’s movements were delicate, showing her care for the jewelry box, and tears of longing streamed down her cheeks as she packed the jewelry gently.
Bertha was gathering the few remaining pieces on the floor with her mouth, and my heart sank.
"Bertha, please stop," I said, but the cold look in Giovanni's eyes made me regret my words. I should have let Bertha finish what she was doing for Molly, and this tension between us would have subsided.
"Since she has stopped, you should pick up the rest with your mouth, Wesley," Giovanni commanded coldly, all eyes on me. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt flushed.