Chapter 2773 - 246: So Lily Was Right After All
Abraham Redington sent Molly Wellington eight photos.
Every photo was taken these days when Molly Wellington and Lincoln Harrison were discussing their studies together in the library, and someone secretly photographed them.
Some of these photos could be seen as normal interaction between classmates, but if viewed through a biased lens, they might lead to wild imagination.
No matter what, the first seven photos, although taken at different times and places, were generally normal.
The real last straw that broke the camel’s back, causing cracks in Abraham Redington’s solid heart and subsequently shaking it, was the last photo.
It was the only photo out of the eight that showed ambiguous behavior directly.
In the photo, Molly Wellington was leaning against the outer wall of a secluded corridor outside the library.
She raised her head, her hair cascading back, her pretty, pale face lifted, a pair of almond-shaped eyes glistening and moist, at the man pinning her against the wall.
And the man leaning close, looking about to kiss her, was wearing a white hoodie.
Clean and transparent.
Lincoln Harrison—it was him...and from the angle of the photo, the next second, he was about to kiss Molly Wellington’s lips.
Just seeing this photo, Molly Wellington’s beautiful cold almond-shaped eyes narrowed suddenly.
This was a deliberate setup and framing.
If the person who secretly photographed them was present at the time, they would know that she and Lincoln Harrison were actually completely separated by a safe distance.
Just because of the perspective and height difference, the photo looked like they were intimately close and about to kiss the next second.
Molly Wellington raised her eyes, a pair of almond-shaped eyes shining brightly.
She looked at Abraham Redington, whose expression was cold and his eyes almost devoid of warmth, and asked defiantly, "Who sent you these photos?"
She wanted to know who this malicious person was!
"It’s your classmate." Abraham Redington stared at Molly Wellington, sensing her anger and indignation, and said indifferently, "Molly, at this point, isn’t there something you need to explain to me? Why were you and Lincoln Harrison photographed like this?"
Heaven knows that when Abraham Redington received these photos, he was almost torn apart by the giant beast repressed in his heart.
Molly Wellington was his treasure, the one treasure he could never give up.
Without experiencing the near three-year loss, he would never understand the pain of losing.
He knew he wasn’t a good man; he shouldn’t appear in front of her again to disturb her...but once he saw her, he was unwilling to let go.
No one can take Molly away, no one.
"Explanation?" Molly Wellington didn’t even have the strength to curl her lips in a cold smile.
Explain what, didn’t Abraham Redington already believe it?
Since he believed those photos sent to him, it meant he was already convinced.
Molly Wellington couldn’t help but recall when she was little, listening to Lily’s love story with Andrew Howard.
Remember that Lily told her, Lulu, and Yana that true love is extreme trust.
Two people being in love isn’t the hardest thing; the hardest is mutual trust.
Only by trusting each other will there be no doubt about each other...
At that time, Molly Wellington didn’t understand godmother’s words.
She thought she and Lulu were alike, listening in confusion...but Yana, younger than them, sat there with a distant gaze.
Yana was always smart; she must have understood then, so now she could be so carefree.
Unlike her and Lulu, one chased Isaac Coldwell to Europe.
And she...went far away to H city, only now finally understanding godmother’s words.
"Forget it...I have nothing to say...I don’t want to explain and don’t want to ask anymore. Whatever...no matter who told you this, no matter how you want to handle Lincoln Harrison, or how you think of me and him...I don’t want to care anymore..."