They're about to leave.
The woman he loves deeply, his adorable daughter, and the son he saw only once before he lost his sight.
The sharp pain in his heart made Dylan Wellington's face twitch slightly.
But to avoid Skye Brown noticing the change in his emotions, he immediately suppressed the dull pain in his heart.
"Oh, there's no need for any farewells. She's with you now... Every time I see her, I'll think of you. The more you and your daughter look alike, the more I detest it. If it's not necessary, it's best not to meet."
The man's voice was so cold that there wasn't a shred of emotion in it.
Even if he, Dylan Wellington, is down and out, worthless, and useless, he won't break the image he holds before the woman and children he loves.
He hopes that in Molly's heart, he'll always be that towering and majestic father.
He likes to remain in Skye Brown's memory as the handsome and magnificent man.
Not a—useless blind man.
"..."
