Skye Brown suddenly laughed, a low laugh mixed with a hint of seemingly genuine sarcasm: "Yes, indeed useless... I should have realized when I came back this time... I actually pinned my hopes on pleading with that man... Lily, I was wrong, how could Dylan Wellington, such a cold and heartless person..."
"He's not a cold and heartless person!"
Lily's throat tightened, she couldn't help but say: "He... he... he is a man worthy of your love, he just..."
Skye's lips curved into a deeper sneer: "Worthy of my love, so unwilling to commit to marriage, unwilling to marry... After I actively withdrew, did he come and take my Molly away? Lily, I can choose not to hate Dylan Wellington as a man, but... I hate him as a father."
Hate, such a strong word.
Lily had never heard such words from Skye's lips, who had long been disheartened in the past.
Skye used to just say, don't mention Dylan Wellington to her, she had long forgotten this person.
