"Mom, what are you talking about? Why can’t I understand?"
Skye Brown smiled lightly, her smile was charming, yet it made Mrs. Johnson feel irritated.
"How could you not know what I’m talking about... This isn’t the first ti we’ve t, and yet you’re pretending like it’s the first. You should know what happened back then, our Wellington family gave you enough benefits, and you agreed to leave Ian and Molly. What right do you have to co back!"
Mrs. Johnson had no idea that Skye had lost her mory.
And of course, she didn’t know that the Skye in front of her wasn’t the sa Skye she had t in Europe years ago.
To the present Skye, this truly was the first ti she had t Mrs. Johnson.
She wasn’t pretending; she genuinely saw Mrs. Johnson as a stranger and hence introduced herself politely.
"Benefits... Ha, did Mrs. Johnson forget that all those so-called benefits you gave back then, I returned them to the Lucas family unchanged. As for what right..." Skye curled her lips, her dimples appeared.
Despite having such a gentle face, her eyes were cold.
"I was born in A City. I want to co back, so naturally I can co back, without needing any reason. Mom, isn’t your question a bit strange?"
"Sharp-tongued and only knows how to argue... Hmph, don’t call mom, I’m not your mother!" Mrs. Johnson was extrely angry, her image forgotten, she spewed in a furious low voice.
"But I am Dylan Wellington’s wife, Miss Wellington of the Wellington family. Both sentintally and logically, I should call you mom..."
"Who said you’re Dylan Wellington’s wife, Miss Wellington! Your na isn’t written in the family tree, and no one in the house agreed to your marriage! Skye, we didn’t recognize you back then, and we still don’t recognize you now. Don’t think that after so many years you can find a loophole..."
Mrs. Johnson was infuriated, wanting nothing more than to severely reprimand Skye.
Years ago in Europe, when she went to negotiate with Skye, this girl acted as if nothing could sway her.
Almost made Mrs. Johnson faint from anger.
Now, after so many years have passed, her tongue hasn’t lost its bite, in fact, it’s even sharper.
"Fine, since you don’t want to find a loophole, then give Molly back to . After all, I am Molly’s biological mother, aren’t I?"
Skye clapped her hands, assuming an indifferent attitude.
As if, as long as the Wellington family gave her the child, she could do without Dylan Wellington.
"You... you still want Molly! Huff huff..." Mrs. Johnson clutched her chest, breathing heavily, obviously angered.
"You... you woman, back then you were greedy for money and voluntarily stepped back, abandoning Molly; what right do you have to co back and fight for her! Skye, I’m telling you, you have no right to fight for our Molly..."
"Keep fabricating... Mom, I discover your acting skills are so good, you could beco an actor. Just like the evil mother-in-law in a movie I acted in before, reversing right and wrong."
"What—what did you say!" Mrs. Johnson evidently didn’t expect Skye to dare speak to her this way.
This ti, her vision blackened, almost fainting from Skye’s words.
Skye smiled, dimples shallow, incredibly beautiful: "I’m trying to properly call you mom and talk to you, but you refuse. You can’t win an argunt with , tell , isn’t this tornting? Mom... fine, I’ll respect my elders and won’t argue with you. We’re the only two here, so I’ll just make things clear to you this once..."
"This ti when I return, I not only want Molly, but I’ll also take Dylan Wellington..."
"You... don’t you dare!" Mrs. Johnson finally caught her breath, clutching her chest: "Skye, don’t be smug. I’ll imdiately take Molly away and have soone throw you out..."
"Take, go ahead and take her. The mont you take Molly away, I’ll openly accept interviews and announce to the public that Mr. Wellington has been impotent for years. Guess, when this news spreads... will the Wellington family’s stock price plumt tomorrow?"
[Updated, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
User Comments
0 comments from readers