Little Molly sat in the dining room, watching the two busy figures in the kitchen, a faint light flickering in her pretty almond-shaped eyes.
After breakfast, she then realized... just now, she had actually been 'bribed' by Daddy's rival, too.
Sigh...
Little Molly sighed.
Daddy, where on earth have you gone, why haven't you shown up yet?
If you don't come soon, Skye's mother is going to be carried away by the big bad wolf!
*
"Alright, let's head to the film set now..." Skye Brown got ready, wearing her overcoat and backpack, then was about to pick up the dressed little Molly.
"Let me carry her..."
At that moment, a pair of big hands lifted Molly Wellington, leaving Skye's hands empty.
"You?" Skye heard Norman York's words, a bit surprised.
"No, I want Skye's mother to hold me..." Little Molly also protested.
But Norman York smoothly pulled up a black mask, held Molly Wellington in his arm, and lifted her with one hand.
