"Master, you’ve sacrificed so much for the young master, why... why don’t you tell them? I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I really can’t watch you like this... Master, if Miss Brown knew you gave your cornea to the young master, she would surely..."
"Enough—" Dylan Wellington’s face darkened, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in his empty, unfocused almond-shaped eyes.
"I’ve said no one is allowed to ntion this again. Allen’s cornea wasn’t given by , it was returned to him! It’s a debt I owe him, sothing I should repay, Tom Nelson... do you understand?"
Dylan Wellington’s voice was icy and cold, even if he couldn’t see anything anymore, blinded, he was still the proud and arrogant Dylan Wellington.
The great Mr. Wellington would never allow himself to appear weak and useless in front of the woman he loves most.
Moreover, he never deserved to.
If it weren’t for him, Allen wouldn’t have had unstable eye developnt due to earlier pregnancy issues with Skye Brown.
If it weren’t for him, Skye wouldn’t have suffered so much, wouldn’t have... nearly lost the child.
Dylan Wellington knew he long since lost the right to appear before the woman he loved deeply.
So, the mont he received Skye Brown’s call, his heartbeat kept accelerating.
He had already asked Tom Nelson to set a special ringtone for Skye Brown’s calls; he didn’t know what he was hoping for.
Clearly, hanging up decisively should have been the best choice.
Yet— the mont the ringtone sounded, he instinctively picked it up without hesitation.
There was no way to et with Molly.
He couldn’t appear in front of the mother and her two children again.
So, upon realizing he stupidly answered the call, Dylan Wellington pretended there was another woman by his side without a second thought.
Because he understood Skye Brown.
He understood her deeply.
Thus, Dylan Wellington froze all the softness in Skye Brown’s heart with just one sentence.
Let it be, never et again, never reunite again.
As long as he could guard them from afar... that was enough.
*
Ti flew by, and it had been three months since that phone call.
In these three months, little Allen’s vision recovered exceptionally well, and it’s basically confird there was no further risk.
On this day, Skye Brown was at ho packing things.
She decided to take Molly and little Allen back to Eastonia to visit family.
In all this ti, Mr. Wellington hadn’t co back to disturb them, indicating that call had so effect.
Skye Brown thought, maybe Mr. Wellington, like Dylan Wellington, believed Allen wasn’t part of their family.
As for Molly... perhaps they thought she wasn’t a boy? Or maybe, Dylan Wellington had found soone else to be with, soone he could connect with.
Skye didn’t dwell on Dylan Wellington’s issues much anymore; she’d developed the habit.
Whenever she thought of Dylan Wellington, she imdiately skipped past it.
Regarding this man... she no longer wished to think about him.
"Alright, Molly... put on your backpack. Inside are gifts for Ben, Abbie, Lulu, and Yana..."
Skye Brown packed the luggage, carrying Molly’s backpack, looking for her everywhere.
But Molly, leaning on the windowsill, staring at the mountain, was dazed and didn’t respond to her.
Skye went over: "Molly, what are you looking at? Mommy is talking to you."
"Mommy..." Little Molly turned her head, a hint of sadness hidden in her beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
Has Daddy moved away?
Since three months ago, when her brother was hospitalized, she hadn’t seen Daddy again.
He had promised, like Santa Claus, he would quietly appear to see her at night.
Little Molly wanted to keep it a secret, but after all, she’s just a child, feeling quite aggrieved inside.
She pursed her lips, finally unable to hold it back.
Molly Wellington stretched out her little hand, pointing at the big villa on the mountainside, and said: "Mommy... The Santa Claus living up there hasn’t co to see for a long ti. Can I go up and say goodbye before we leave?"
[Today’s update is complete, see you tomorrow night at 6:00~]
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