"Molly, little baby, look at mother..."
Skye Brown brought Molly Wellington home, filled a bathtub with hot water to wash her clean, then wrapped the fragrant little lad in a bath towel and carried her back to bed.
But little Molly, curled up in the big bed under the blanket, still bit her lower lip and silently shed tears without speaking.
Seeing Molly like this, Skye was genuinely worried sick.
Now, she increasingly felt that the 'Christmas figure' Molly mentioned was not a good person.
If he were truly a good person, how could he allow little Molly to fall outside his villa?
If he were truly a good person, how could he let little Molly cry her heart out there without sending someone out to check?
"Molly darling, please... look at mother, smile with mother... don't cry, if you keep crying, you'll break mother's heart, okay?"
Skye gently cradled Molly's soft, plump face, softly kissed away her tears.
