"He not only brought that woman's parents, brothers, and sisters into the company, arranging important positions for them, but even more excessive is... that woman, she, she... she's still..."
Mrs. Johnson's eyes were filled with tears, her lips trembling, almost unable to speak.
Skye Brown saw this and felt a softness in her heart, couldn't help but gently advise, "Mom, don't worry, take your time... we're all here with you."
After all, the heart softened.
Although Mrs. Johnson had done so many things to hurt her before, Skye Brown knew that, in some sense, this noble lady was merely a victim of class entrenchment, in essence, her heart wasn't truly wicked.
"I know, Mom knows you're all here with Mom, otherwise Mom wouldn't have held on this long." Mrs. Johnson elegantly wiped her tears, her back straight, but the hand holding the tissue was trembling.
This trembling revealed her true inner emotions.
Skye Brown clasped Dylan Wellington's hand, gently nudging him.
