The small Molly stood there, defiantly tilting her chin up, her back straight.
She looked soft and tiny, but Skye Brown, standing behind her, saw a resilient and towering form within her small body.
In that moment, she seemed to see herself.
Facing the demons of the Brown household alone after her mother's death.
Skye was moved—her daughter, truly her daughter.
From the outside to the inside, Molly was not only small and soft in appearance like she was as a child, but her inner resilience and hardness were just as identical.
At the same time, Skye felt heartache—for her little Molly.
Little Molly was supposed to be the eldest daughter of the Wellington family, born with a silver spoon, meant to live a life of ease and luxury.
Yet this small Molly, compared with Lulu from Lily's family, was so starkly different.
Why?
Because she had no one beside her to protect and care for her.
She had to rely on herself to grow.
