Chapter 803: Portrait

Chapter 803: Portrait

After Edward and Evelyn heard everything, their expressions turned serious.

"Either that, or every time he commits a crime, he cleans up the scene completely, leaving not a single trace behind. But that doesn't really fit the style of this kind of professional killer, top-tier hunter."

Peter's strong, slender fingers rubbed his chin as he analyzed calmly, "So I'm leaning more toward the idea that he's a hitman hired from abroad."

"If that's really the case, it'll be even harder to track him down. After finishing this job, that man would definitely disappear immediately. He's probably already fled the country using a fake identity." Edward's eyes gradually darkened.

"Didn't Ellen see that man's face? Tomorrow she can come to our station. Let her describe what the man looked like from memory, and I can get one of our state's top profilers to come draw a portrait of the killer."

A dark gleam flashed through Peter's bright eyes. "With a portrait, we might get more leads. We can't delay this too long, or people's memories fade and the portrait will be off. Only one drawn while the memory's fresh will be accurate."

Evelyn and Edward looked at each other, about to say something.

A sweet, gentle yet calm and steady voice came from behind:

"I remember what he looks like."

Peter suddenly looked up—

When Molly's slender, delicate figure slowly walked down the stairs and entered his view, his trembling heart also slammed hard against his chest.

He hurriedly stood up from the sofa, and the blood that had been flowing calmly through his veins seemed to start stirring restlessly.

Edward's expression showed sudden realization. "Right, Molly also had contact with that man."

Evelyn pressed her lips lightly together and quickly walked to Molly, gently putting her arm around her shoulder. "Molly, tomorrow we'll contact Ellen. We can have her handle this.

You don't need to do anything or think about it. Taking care of your health is what matters most."

She knew that although Molly seemed fine right now, her spirit was suffering from the shadow of her episode and the double torture of breaking up with Eric.

She wished she could make time to take Molly for electroshock therapy to make her completely forget what happened that day. How could she force her to recall those painful memories at this point and cause her heart secondary harm?

"Molly, don't force yourself."

Peter gazed at her deeply, his clear voice carrying a hint of hoarseness. "You being well and healthy is more important than anything."

"I'm fine."

Molly shook her head gently, her eyes determined. "I'm already okay. Right now I just want to help you as much as I can. And I also want to catch that person, to know what kind of terrible plot is behind all this.

Who... is controlling the Clark Group, using me, and hurting Eric."

Evelyn and Edward's hearts tightened, overcome with bittersweet feelings.

These past few days, they hadn't told her anything, but clever as she was, she could understand what had happened from their brief comments.

Peter stared at Molly's reddened eyes, feeling that when she mentioned Eric, her gaze was so full of deep affection.

She loved him very much. He could see it.

Loved him so much that no second person could come between them.

Edward looked surprised. "Molly, you and Eric..."

"I just want to do something more for Eric."

Molly immediately interrupted him, lifting the corners of her lips slightly. "It's always been him taking care of me, accommodating me, giving for me. I also want to do what I can, do something. Before I officially leave him."

Leave?

Peter's eyes widened, his heart shaking violently.

But he had no thought of taking advantage of the situation, no joy at an opportunity coming. He was only worried about whether she could handle it.

Evelyn lowered her eyes, her eye sockets secretly turning red.

Edward noticed her emotional wave and took her hand, pressing it to his heart, silently comforting her.

Peter walked in front of Molly, his tall, strong figure looming over her, surging with vigorous masculine hormones, yet the expression in his eyes was soaked in tenderness.

"Peter." Molly lifted her jade-like face.

"Molly, thank you for being willing to help. I'll wait for you at the station tomorrow." Peter's heart melted, unable to resist wanting to raise his hand and gently stroke the girl's head.

But in the end he held back.

Molly parted her lips. "No need, I can draw it."

"What? You'll draw it?" All three were stunned in unison!

"That man left a deep impression on me. No matter how much time passes, I won't forget what he looks like."

Molly took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I'm pretty good at drawing portraits. I think rather than me describing his features, it's better if I draw him myself. That'll be more accurate."

...

To keep Molly from outside interference so she could calm down and perform well, she went upstairs alone to paint while the other three waited patiently in the living room.

After hesitating for a while, Peter finally couldn't help asking: "Evelyn, Molly and Eric... broke up?"

"It was Molly's decision."

Evelyn sighed softly, worry clouding her beautiful eyes. "But I think Eric probably won't let go. He loves Molly deeply."

Peter gripped his cup tightly, his voice obscure. "Molly also loves him deeply."

"Given Eric's personality, there's bound to be another round of heart-wrenching entanglement." Edward felt worry stirring in his heart.

Having lost Molly, Eric might fall into hysterical madness.

He wouldn't let go of anyone at the Clark Group who had hurt Molly.

He also wouldn't let himself go.

How could Evelyn not see Peter's feelings for Molly? So after thinking for a moment, she said softly as if making a decision:

"Peter, if you're not too busy lately... why not take some time off and come stay with us, spend more time with Molly? One more person makes things livelier, it'll distract her, and she might feel better."

Edward glanced at her discreetly, knowing she had another purpose.

"If Molly needs me, I'll definitely be there."

Peter's long lashes trembled with restraint. "But right now, compared to me, she needs you more. She needs Eric more."

Evelyn said nothing more.

She wasn't deliberately trying to set up Peter and Molly. She just hoped everyone around her could be happy. She couldn't bear to watch her brother suppress his feelings and suffer the pain of longing.

Time passed second by second.

After who knows how long, Molly returned to the living room holding a sheet of paper and handed the portrait to them.

All three crowded together and turned the paper over—

On the white sheet, the man's eyes were cold as knives, his brow sharp as a blade, his face strongly contoured.

Vivid and spirited, penetrating to the core.

Edward stared at the portrait without blinking, couldn't help but secretly marvel:

This was indeed a striking face that would leave a deep impression.

But just as he looked up, he saw Evelyn and Peter staring at the portrait in shock, the siblings' expressions identical—

Shocked, amazed, disbelieving!

"Evelyn, Peter, what's wrong?" Edward couldn't help but worry.

Evelyn's hand holding the portrait trembled uncontrollably, her eyes instantly reddening. "Molly, are you sure... that person looks like this? Are you sure?"