How could he forget that Molly was still a child, who shouldn't see him hitting someone, lest the little girl develop a bad impression of her Uncle, and what if she no longer liked him one day.
Lucas Scott stood there, considering Molly, and for a moment, didn't move.
Molly turned around, saw Hazel Lawrence fall to the ground, and squatted in front of him, "Grandfather, are you in pain?"
Her sparkling, large eyes were like crystals, radiating an indescribable goodness and purity…
"..." Hazel Lawrence raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth, looking at the little scoundrel who had suddenly appeared and protected him.
He was somewhat slow to react.
Facing her worried eyes, he was even more astonished, unable to speak.
How could such a lovely child exist beside a man like Lucas Scott?
"I'm fine, thank you," Hazel Lawrence regained his senses and struggled to get up from the ground, glaring fiercely at Lucas Scott.
