Chapter 2594: Chapter 67: What If We’ve Slept Together?
Outside the Lucas family living room, a servant was about to come up to deliver tea but was stopped by Ellie at the door.
Ellie lowered her voice, "Why bring hot tea, quickly take it back... Aren’t you afraid Master Wellington gets so angry he throws the teacup at the second heir’s face."
Servant: "..."
Ellie: "No need to deliver the fruits either... definitely don’t bring in the fruit knife, you... go and take away the ashtray on the tea table."
The servant called by Ellie showed a look of difficulty. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Inside the living room, the atmosphere is entirely low-pressure; how could they dare to go in and get bad luck?
Seeing the servants hesitating and not daring to go in, Ellie had no choice but to drive everyone away and go in herself.
She was worried someone might eavesdrop; initially wanting to guard outside the door, it seems now she can only quickly get in and out herself.
...
Inside the living room, Dylan Wellington, Skye Brown, and Molly Wellington sat on one sofa.
Aidan Lucas, Lily, and Yana were sitting opposite them.
Abraham Redington sat alone on another single sofa.
Dylan Wellington’s seductive eyes were now filled with coldness, glaring fiercely with a sharp and oppressive gaze at the culprit Abraham Redington.
Whereas Abraham Redington showed no guilt whatsoever, instead, he casually ignored Dylan Wellington’s gaze, using his icy blue eyes to closely watch Molly Lewis who was protected by Skye Brown.
"You little brat, who allowed you to look at my Molly, and you still dare to look!"
Dylan Wellington wasn’t usually hot-tempered, always being deep and sinister, yet now he was extremely explosive, nearly ready to explode on the spot.
The daughter he spoiled and cherished like a treasure was unknowingly taken by Aidan Lucas’s son.
Even if he’s the son of a best friend, Dylan Wellington couldn’t swallow this temper.
Molly is his precious, Dylan Wellington’s jewel, how could she be—
"Godfather." Abraham Redington raised an eyebrow, his expression calm, "Molly is mine, I’m willing to take responsibility."
"You think just wanting to be responsible means you are? What do you take our Wellington family for? Let me tell you, brat, our Molly doesn’t need your responsibility! Also, don’t call me godfather!"
Dylan Wellington’s deep eyes glinted with a sharp coldness.
Now filled with anger, no matter what Abraham Redington said, he found it displeasing.
Abraham Redington: "If that’s the case, what about the baby in Molly’s belly?"
"A baby can be... our Wellington family isn’t..." Dylan Wellington wanted to say the Wellington family isn’t unable to raise one, but as the words came to his mouth, he couldn’t swallow the anger.
He abruptly got up, intending to grab the ashtray from the table and throw it at the brat Abraham Redington.
At a critical moment, another hand quickly took away the ashtray first.
"Master Wellington, please calm your anger... this ashtray is dirty, I’ll take it away to wash it."
Ellie, who came in unnoticed, snatched away the ashtray.
Ellie was an old hand of the Lucas family, and even Dylan Wellington couldn’t take his anger out on her.
Ellie quickly ran off with the ashtray, afraid Dylan Wellington might call her back to grab the ashtray from her.
Without anything to throw at people, and filled with anger, he was about to find something else to beat this brat.
Yet suddenly, his daughter who had been sitting quietly softened her voice and spoke: "Daddy, don’t be so angry, Abraham Redington is talking nonsense, I’m not pregnant."
Her period only came before the exams, and during this time, she hadn’t had any relations with Abraham Redington, how could she be pregnant?
"But that brat did..." Dylan Wellington narrowed his eyes, his seductive gaze showing confusion.
The calmness on his daughter’s face made him unable to see through her.
Molly Wellington pulled out a smile, calming Dylan Wellington, "Things like this, who can say who slept with whom; Abraham Redington is strong, I enjoyed it and didn’t lose out. Young men and women, what’s wrong with sleeping together, it doesn’t mean you have to be responsible for it all. Daddy, don’t be so old-fashioned."
What she wanted was never just responsibility.
[Next Chapter around 20:20]