"I..." Mia Williams was almost driven to spit out a mouthful of blood from her chest by Molly Wellington.
She slightly furrowed her delicate brows, and her usually gentle and kind eyes now showed a trace of disgust, fleeting, but still made her face contort for a mont.
Fortunately, Mia had long practiced etiquette and posture, so upon realizing her loss of composure, she imdiately pursed her lips tightly, restoring a calm expression on her face.
She pressed her lips together and said softly, "I didn’t an it that way. How could Miss Williams say such disrespectful words to Mr. Wellington? Molly misunderstood..."
Molly Wellington tilted her little head: "Oh, really? If that’s the case, then Miss Williams should apologize to Skye Brown. Because Miss Williams can’t speak well, so silly... she got Grandpa’s identity wrong and also mistaken Skye Brown’s identity... Skye Brown is not a nanny, she’s an incredibly, incredibly, incredibly, incredibly, incredibly talented director!"
The little one’s soft voice carried a cloying sweetness.
In Skye’s ears, if it weren’t for the presence of Dylan Wellington and Mia Williams, she really wanted to hug the cute little dumpling tightly and give a good squeeze.
Molly... Why is there such an adorable little dumpling in the world, and why is she Dylan Wellington’s child?
Skye couldn’t help but wonder, if back then... if her child with Dylan Wellington hadn’t been lost, would they have been as clever and cute as Molly?
Unfortunately, there aren’t so many "ifs" in the world.
The past is the past, already turned into another Chapter.
And while Skye was montarily lost in thought, Mia Williams was nearly brought to tears by Molly Wellington’s ’bullying’.
Because she couldn’t scold Molly Wellington in front of Dylan Wellington or say anything excessive, nor was she willing to apologize to Skye Brown.
At that mont, the only thing Mia Williams could do was look pitifully with a grievance-filled, slightly resentful gaze at Dylan Wellington sitting beside her.
"Ian, look..." she slightly turned her head, biting her lip gently, and moisture imdiately filled her eyes.
Mia Williams deliberately lifted her watery, pitiful eyes, softly calling Dylan Wellington.
Dylan Wellington’s narrow, seductive eyes slightly raised, just about to speak, when he received a distinctly obvious, coquettish, angry glare.
Dylan Wellington: ...
His little princess’s gaze was indeed not hidden in the slightest.
Just glaring at him ’fiercely’, as if should he dare to utter a word of ’no’, she would sever their father-daughter relationship and never speak to him again.
On the other hand, the real focus of attention—Skye Brown.
From the mont she sat opposite him, she never lifted her head.
Always facing him with the top of her head, from beginning to end, keeping her head down, not looking at him.
Needless to say, she was clearly avoiding him.
Because of this, Dylan Wellington’s mood was even more sour.
He glanced coldly at Mia Williams, his seductive eyes carrying a hint of skepticism: "Is this the outco of Miss Williams saying she likes children and has studied child education? Hah..."
The final breath, carrying undisguised mockery.
A contemptuous hum from his nose instantly froze the hopeful expression on Mia Williams’ face.
’Miss Williams’...
Had Ian stopped calling her ’Mia’?
Mia Williams’ lips trembled, startled within, hurriedly trying to make ands: "No, Ian, I did indeed study child psychology and education. I have a way with children. But Molly is different from ordinary children... She’s lacked discipline since childhood, if only I..."
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