"Why are things still as troublesome as they were when you were a kid..." A cold, pleasant voice carried up from downstairs.
Standing on the stairs, Molly Wellington paused at her feet, clearly not expecting to hear Abraham Redington's voice.
How long had it been since she last heard that voice.
Different from the warm tone mixed with clarity from childhood, the boy in her memory... seems to have grown up.
A casual voice drifted up from downstairs: "She's brother's fiancée, not mine, so why do I have to wait until the engagement banquet is over before I can leave."
"Watch your tone, Abbie. That's Molly, not an outsider. I'm warning you, don't bully Molly like you did when you were kids and make her cry again this time."
"Tch, I'm not that idle." The man's voice came with a hint of impatience, "And mom, I'm already twenty; can you stop calling me by my nickname."
