Chapter 2212: Chapter 2212
"Wuwu, wuwuwu... mother, mother..."
Molly fell and sat pitifully outside the iron gate of the villa.
The small paper box carrying the cake she brought was overturned, spilling out and dirtying her pretty little skirt.
"Molly, Molly don’t cry... mother is here..."
Seeing Molly in such a sorry state, Skye Brown’s heart ached severely, and she quickly went over to hold her precious daughter.
Even if in her haste, the cake also got smeared on her own clothes, Skye didn’t mind.
"Mother, the cake overturned... woo... Molly is clumsy..." Molly sobbed in hiccups, pitifully trying to pick up the cake from her skirt.
It was made by mother’s own hands, and Daddy would definitely like it very much.
Molly wasn’t good; she actually got the cake mother sent to Daddy dirty.
"It’s okay, if the cake is overturned, we can just make another."
Skye wiped Molly’s tears. The tearful little one was held in Skye’s arms, comforted softly.
She carefully asked Molly about what happened.
But Molly just cried, and aside from knowing her cake overturned and this was why she was sitting here crying,
Skye knew nothing else.
Molly bit her lower lip and sobbed, with her little face pink and tear-streaked, not saying another word.
Skye held her, raising her head to look at the tightly closed villa gate.
At one of the second floor windows of the villa, there seemed to be a shadow that flashed by.
But the next moment, the curtain was drawn, tightly drawn closed.
The Santa Claus that Molly mentioned did not appear, and Molly had been on the mountain for so long seemingly without meeting him.
"Molly, be good, mother will take you home." Skye knew there was someone inside the villa; she saw the shadow hiding behind the window on the second floor.
Though it was just a moment, the trembling curtains clearly revealed what was inside.
Because of this, Skye was a little angry.
She didn’t know who was staying in this villa, but Molly had clearly fallen outside and cried for quite a while.
Before she came, the master of the villa didn’t even open the door, offering no help to Molly.
If he really was this so-called ’Santa Claus’ from Molly’s words... then Skye truly had to question the heart of this ’Santa Claus’.
Taking one last look at the window on the second floor, Skye picked up Molly, with cake smearing all over her, and headed down the mountain.
Only when the woman holding the child disappeared from the villa’s gate, no longer visible, did Tom Nelson turn around with a troubled face from behind the curtain.
"Sir, Miss Brown has left... the young lady was being carried, heading down together."
Tom Nelson didn’t understand, truly didn’t understand why Mr. Wellington had to do this?
He couldn’t help but ask, "Sir, I don’t get it, clearly Miss Molly was so happy bringing a cake to see you, why did you shut Miss Molly out, paying her no attention? She... she waited for you outside for hours, and in the end, even fell from the wall trying to climb in, you really are..."
"You can leave, I want to rest." Dylan Wellington naturally heard the puzzlement in Tom Nelson’s voice.
But he did not answer, instead coldly giving an order.
The man stood up, leaning on the sofa armrest, and walked towards the bedroom.
After completely losing his sight, he had gradually adapted to the unfamiliar darkness over the past few months.
Tom Nelson just watched as Dylan Wellington’s tall and robust figure slightly solitary plunged into the shadow of the inner room.
The blind Mr. Wellington no longer turned on the light.
He didn’t need the light.
Thus, his bedroom curtains were drawn all year round, devoid of sunlight, no need to turn on the lights — always shrouded in such a deeply dark and cold indifference.