It had been a long time since she had been this close to Abraham Redington.
The last memory of their closeness lingered ten years ago, when she accidentally injured herself while hiding in his room for a sneak attack, and he applied medicine for her.
He didn't like her even then and always loved to tease her, being sharp-tongued, making her cry.
But she really liked him at that time.
An inexplicable fondness, she liked following him around, liked causing him trouble, liked bickering with him.
She even thought about telling her godmother and Daddy, mother that she didn't want to marry Brother Charlie, she wanted to marry Andrew.
However, after the two of them gave each other the cold shoulder for a week and she visited the Lucas family again, he had already left for Europe without a word.
Not a single farewell.
At that moment, the young Molly Wellington deeply understood that in the heart of the second heir, Abraham Redington, she, Molly, didn't matter at all.
