"Wuwu, wuwuwu... mother, mother..."
Molly fell and sat pitifully outside the iron gate of the villa.
The small paper box carrying the cake she brought was overturned, spilling out and dirtying her pretty little skirt.
"Molly, Molly don't cry... mother is here..."
Seeing Molly in such a sorry state, Skye Brown's heart ached severely, and she quickly went over to hold her precious daughter.
Even if in her haste, the cake also got smeared on her own clothes, Skye didn't mind.
"Mother, the cake overturned... woo... Molly is clumsy..." Molly sobbed in hiccups, pitifully trying to pick up the cake from her skirt.
It was made by mother's own hands, and Daddy would definitely like it very much.
Molly wasn't good; she actually got the cake mother sent to Daddy dirty.
"It's okay, if the cake is overturned, we can just make another."
Skye wiped Molly's tears. The tearful little one was held in Skye's arms, comforted softly.
She carefully asked Molly about what happened.
