Chapter 2171: Chapter 2171

Dylan Wellington indeed knows Skye Brown the best.

Skye Brown’s heart had long since died.

Under the deep harm inflicted repeatedly by Dylan Wellington, covered in scars, riddled with holes, beyond recovery.

Skye Brown is strong; she never gets hurt by irrelevant people.

No matter how despicable Mr. Brown was, scheming against her time and again, she didn’t even bat an eye.

Because she has no feelings for her father.

She had long seen through Stewart Brown.

But Dylan Wellington was different... He was the man she once deeply loved, the one she repeatedly tried to warm his cold, hard heart.

The more the love, the greater the pain.

Others couldn’t hurt her, but this man, whom she nurtured with love, could easily leave her covered in bruises.

Once the harm went too far, through and through, that soft heart gradually hardened.

Now, it has completely turned into a heart of stone.

Yes... Without a heart, isn’t it a heart of stone?

Skye couldn’t imagine that one day she would also turn into such a person.

And now, she is indeed this way.

In Dylan Wellington’s Manor, she was entirely under house arrest, seeing no one aside from Dylan Wellington and that female doctor named Clara Rooney.

The day she awoke, Lisa Hammond, whom she had seen, never appeared again.

Even Tom Nelson, she couldn’t see him either.

During the day, Clara Rooney accompanied her, giving her nutrient injections, advising her to open her heart and rest well.

At night, it was the silent Dylan Wellington who appeared.

Even if she completely ignored Dylan Wellington, not giving him a single glance, he still insisted on holding her to sleep together.

Ha... Sleep then, just sleep.

After all, her body hasn’t been anything but what Mr. Wellington can sleep with as he pleases.

Yet Dylan Wellington was merely holding her to sleep.

Simply sleeping, even though she clearly couldn’t scream or speak now, Dylan Wellington did nothing.

Not only did he not do anything of that sort, he didn’t even take the liberty of using his hands on her.

He just held her properly, pulling her into his embrace, accompanying her every night.

Skye knew this was Dylan Wellington playing the card of ’deep affection.’

Clara Rooney had already told her that the child in her belly had been saved, it hadn’t been lost.

It hadn’t been lost...

That child was truly pitiful, treated that way by his biological father, yet he still lingered in her belly.

Perhaps this was why Dylan Wellington patiently placated her.

He wanted her to bear the child for him.

Quickly, under the meticulous care of Clara Rooney, Skye’s body gradually recovered.

The injury on her throat had long since healed, but she no longer opened her mouth to speak.

And her belly, as time passed, gradually showed signs of pregnancy.

Finally, when the symptoms of morning sickness eased, on this day marking three months of pregnancy, Skye spoke.

She was just sitting on the bed, gazing faintly at Dylan Wellington who had just walked through the door.

Lightly, she asked, "I heard you’re soon going to marry Lisa Hammond, when can you let me leave?"

These words were spoken to her by Lisa Hammond this morning, sneaking in while Clara Rooney was away.

The young girl, with the same short hair as her past self, smiling triumphantly, said to her—

"Ha, Skye sister, you still don’t know, do you? You think staying with you, sleeping with you is pampering you? You’re wrong, he’s just doing it for the child in your belly."

"Honestly, Mr. Wellington is going to marry me next week. Our wedding date is set, the venue is booked, the invitations have been sent out... We’re soon to become husband and wife."

"And you, Skye... you’re nothing more than a shameless mistress clinging on because of the child in your belly!"