Just when Skye Brown was holding Molly, gently kissing her rosy little face.
Outside the door, footsteps sounded.
Knowing that Dylan Wellington had returned, Skye hurriedly pulled up the blanket, held Molly tightly, and buried her face in Molly's fragrant neck.
She... pretended to be asleep.
She didn't want to face Dylan Wellington.
She feared she couldn't resist questioning him—questioning this man, why he could be so selfish.
Even at this point, he still wasn't willing to let her go.
Clearly knowing what the Wellington family thought of her, just a birth tool...
Ha, the words 'birth tool' deeply pierced Skye.
Even if her family background couldn't compare to the Wellington family, with her mother passing early and her father being reckless, she still had her pride.
She had always excelled in her studies, went abroad to complete her directing degree, and devoted herself to work.
