Upon entering the hospital room, Molly climbed onto Lucas Scott's sickbed using a chair, her hands, which she had deliberately cleaned, cupped Lucas's handsome face.
"Beautiful Uncle, Little Princess is scared, can you wake up and look at Little Princess?"
"From now on, Little Princess will be obedient and won't run around or crawl through dog holes anymore..."
"Beautiful Uncle, wuwu..."
Molly called out to Lucas several times, and when he didn't open his eyes, she thought he had died and suddenly started to cry.
Her soft little body lay on Lucas's chest.
Clutching him tightly.
"Molly, he's okay." Chester Yale frowned, walked forward, picked her up, and said irritably, "He's just asleep, a stab won't kill him."
"Really?" Molly asked uncertainly, tilting her head as she looked at Lucas.
"Of course it's true, or you can go now and step on his shoulder, and he'll wake up for you right away," Chester said, his dark eyes sinister as he suddenly opened his lips.
