"Mom... Mommy... Skye's mom..."
The little girl saw the man and woman 'hugging,' and even the titles she usually used changed.
Molly Wellington burst into tears with a wail, not even having time to think. The little girl with red-rimmed eyes, like a little doormat, darted between Skye Brown and Norman York.
"Mommy, Skye's mom is mine, you can't hug her... let go, let go..." The little Dumpling's eyes turned red with anxiety, afraid that Norman York would take Skye away, so she hugged Skye tightly.
She forcefully pulled Skye away from Norman York's embrace, squeezing her little body in between them with all her might.
Molly cried...
Her Daddy was utterly useless, not trying hard enough to court Skye's mother, and the butler at home was a hindrance, really breaking her little heart.
If it goes on like this, she didn't even know if Skye's mommy would be taken by another man!
For instance, the man right in front of her!
