Skye Brown was very unwilling to get close to Dylan Wellington.
But the little lad's red eyes and nose made her feel guilty—no one knew how much Skye wanted to run away just now, to leave this place.
In order to escape, she even thought of leaving Molly Wellington here alone.
Even if it was just leaving Molly with her own Daddy, seeing the little lad's instant tears, Skye still felt a deep sense of guilt.
"Alright, Aunt Skye will hold..." Skye reached out and took Molly from Dylan Wellington's arms.
Originally, it was just a very ordinary action. She only needed to bend over a little and hold Molly.
Who would have thought, just as her hand passed under Molly's armpit and held her steadily,
Molly suddenly reached out, hugged her neck tightly, and hung her entire body weight behind her neck, pulling downward.
Though the little lad wasn't heavy, he wasn't light either!
With this sudden tug, Skye instantly lost her balance.
