"That was an accident with Norman York..."
It was just because Norman York was avoiding the paparazzi and his grandparents happened to live across from her, which caused the accident.
Skye Brown instinctively wanted to explain, but the words hadn't left her mouth when Dylan Wellington's cold and ruthless tone blocked them in her throat.
"I don't care if it was an accident, I only look at the outcome—Skye, if you want to disgrace yourself by flirting with other men, that's none of my business, but you can't drag Molly into this mess. Molly is the young lady of the Wellington family, my daughter, a person of high status—you have no idea what a great humiliation it is for her to have her face appear in such a scandal!"
Dylan Wellington's large hand tightened abruptly on Skye Brown's jaw.
