Skye Brown knew she had to leave immediately.
But little Molly held her hand, raised that adorable little face with a palm-sized smile at her, making it impossible for her to resist.
How could she possibly say no?
She couldn't even bear to shake off Molly's hand.
She is her daughter, the flesh and blood that came from her body after ten months of pregnancy.
They had been separated for so many years, she didn't even know of Molly's existence at one point, letting her daughter grow up in this cold mansion all by herself.
She hadn't even given her the slightest bit of maternal love.
And now, little Molly likes her, needs her, treats her well…
How…how could she ever hurt her Molly…
"Mommy, what's wrong? Why aren't you moving... did I do something wrong, Mommy..." Little Molly gently shook Skye Brown's hand, her almond-shaped eyes shining, just like hers.
