When Skye Brown held Molly Wellington’s hand and ca down the stairs,
Mrs. Johnson, Mandy Jenkins, was elegantly sitting on the sofa, sipping tea slowly.
Hearing the noise, she raised her eyes and clearly saw that beautiful delicate face—
With a "crash," the high-end bone china teacup fell to the ground.
It smashed on the floor, breaking into several pieces.
And the scalding tea inside the cup splashed onto Mrs. Johnson’s leg.
"Ah..." Mandy Jenkins scread and stood up to dodge.
The servants around her imdiately reacted, busily going up to help.
And because of Mandy Jenkins’s arrival, Mr. Stephenson, who recovered his position from a low-ranking servant to a butler, imdiately stepped forward to support her.
"Madam, be careful, quickly... quickly sit down... Oh dear, let have a look... It’s already blistering..."
Mr. Stephenson exaggeratedly said, squatting down without any scruples, and blew on the blisters on Mrs. Johnson’s calf with his mouth.
"You, you guys—standing there doing what! Hurry and get the first aid kit for Madam!" Mr. Stephenson bossed around the other female servants.
Recently, she had offended Dylan Wellington and was demoted, often being secretly mocked by others.
Now that the Mada has arrived, her position was restored, so of course, she wanted to throw her weight around a bit.
"Grandma, you’re here... Molly missed you so much... How are you, Grandma, does it hurt? Let Molly blow on it for you..."
As Molly Wellington ca down the stairs, Skye Brown let go of her hand.
She noticed the little lad worried about Mrs. Johnson, and let her run towards her without any hindrance.
Even though little Molly liked Skye the most, she equally liked Grandma, Grandpa, and Great-grandfather.
Although they were always busy and not quite aware of what she liked, the little lad could feel their love for her.
"Oh, Molly is here... Don’t worry, Grandma’s fine, a bit of dicine will take care of this minor injury."
Mrs. Johnson was in her early fifties but was so well-maintained that she didn’t look her age.
Going out, people would easily believe her to be in her thirties.
Because she looked so young, she initially resisted being called Grandma by Molly.
But later, the little lad was just too adorable, with bright twinkling eyes and a proudly cute deanor.
Over ti, Mrs. Johnson grew fonder of this granddaughter...
Had it not been for Molly longing for her Daddy and coming to A City to find Ian Moore, alerting them to the little one’s lack of ti with her father.
Mrs. Johnson wouldn’t have the heart to let her stay in A City for so long.
"As long as Grandma’s not hurt, Molly’s heart won’t ache either..." Little Molly touched her own heart, sniffing with her tiny nose.
Such a cute granddaughter truly ward one’s heart.
Mrs. Johnson smiled, but when she glanced at Skye Brown’s figure, her eyes flickered with a wave of panic.
And she held Molly Wellington even tighter.
"Madam, that’s the woman the young master just brought ho... the one you asked about." Mr. Stephenson, seeing Skye Brown approach, couldn’t resist settling old scores.
He lowered his voice, deliberately speaking into Mandy Jenkins’s ear: "She doesn’t have any family background, an insignificant director, almost 30, yet unknown how she attracted the young master... Also particularly skilled in manipulating hearts, ensnaring Miss Molly, who is completely on her side..."
Mr. Stephenson intended to report.
Taking advantage of Skye Brown not speaking yet, he aid to lower her impression in Mada’s eyes.
Why let this arrogant woman, relying on Mr. Wellington’s favor, complain in front of him, resulting in Mr. Wellington even removing his position as the butler?
Now that Mada is here, Mr. Stephenson undoubtedly seizes the opportunity to turn the tables.
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