Skye Brown really didn't mind...
In the past at the Brown family, and later facing Mrs. Wellington, she had heard these humiliating words countless times.
If she were afraid, she wouldn't have come back.
She wouldn't have set foot on the path to reconnect with Dylan Wellington, wouldn't have taken the road to get close to her daughter.
What were humiliation and contempt of this level, anyway?
Compared to the pain of losing her daughter... these were nothing at all.
"Yeah, yeah, Skye said the right thing... we won't listen, just treat them as, what is it... yeah, wind past the ears? Anyway, we're not listening, not listening, a turtle preaching..."
Molly Wellington saw that Skye was alright and smiled, but just as she sweetly grinned, her expression changed as if something suddenly occurred to her.
She held onto Skye again, tightly—"Ah, right... Skye just saw Molly being fierce. Would Skye dislike Molly because of that, think Molly is rude and impolite, not like Molly?"
