"Yeah. And Mr. Long seems to like her. A lot." Lucy acted all childlike and innocent. But secretly, she
was enjoying the reaction she was getting from Becky. She might get her drama after all. "There was a
snowstorm the other day, and Mr. Long even built a snowman with Molly in the middle of the night."
Lucy paid close attention to Becky's facial expressions when she spoke. And when she saw Becky was
clearly not happy about what she said, she added even more fuel to the fire. "Molly took off once, and
hoped to leave for good. But Mr, Long brought her back here. I don't know why. He maintains she's a
maid, but her bedroom is right next to his, and she doesn't really have much to do. Not very maid-like."
Becky's breath came in short gasps when she heard Lucy's words. Red-faced, she clenched her hands
into tight fists, and trembled as she gritted her teeth. Then she opened her mouth again, but she
couldn't even get the words out properly. "Brian... Last night, Brian..."
"Last night he went out with Molly. No clue where though, or what they did. But dad went to pick them
up and brought them back here." Lucy chose her words carefully, deliberately leaving out other parts of
the story. She felt elated to see Becky now. The girl was practically shaking with fury, and Lucy was
extremely happy about it.
'Hey, Molly. Now that Becky's back, where will you go? You can't stay here now. So, wanna bet me how
many days he'll let you stay here before you get kicked out?' Lucy thought viciously.
Right when she had this thought, Molly came out of the kitchen with a glass of orange juice in her hand.
Lucy then told Becky,"Miss Yan, Molly has your juice." After a second she added,"Mr. Long has been
busy all morning..."
Becky knew what Lucy was suggesting, and she smiled.
Molly brought the glass of orange juice to Becky. And looking at Becky's perfect face, Molly got nervous
just being around her. She couldn't see, but that didn't help anything. In fact, that presented an even
bigger problem.
She couldn't speak, and Becky couldn't see. How would she let Becky know that she was right there
with her glass of juice? Maybe she could guide her hands to the glass. But how could she do that
without being rude? She had no idea at all.
Lips pursed, Molly turned to look at Lucy. Lucy pretended not to know what was going on, and
said,"Miss Yan, I'd like to be excused. I have some sketching to do. I need to get ready."
"Yeah, of course," Becky answered.
Lucy turned to walk away, and when she was at the door, she turned back and glanced at Molly with
scheming eyes. And right as she closed the door behind her, she glanced at Becky. There was a cold
smirk on her lips. It was small, but showed how vicious she was. There was no way this would go well.
Molly was still pondering how to give the glass of orange juice to Becky, when Becky's voice interrupted
her thoughts. "Molly?"
But nobody answered her, naturally, since Molly couldn't speak. So Becky asked again,"Is that you,
Molly?"
Molly bit her lip, but she couldn't answer her even if she wanted to. She stepped forward and took
Becky's hand, trying to put the glass of juice in her hand. Becky naturally freaked out. To her, someone
she couldn't see was trying to take her hand and put something in it, and it scared the shit out of her.
Naturally, she recoiled and drew her hand back. A normal reaction. But her sudden movement knocked
the glass from Molly's hand, and the glass dropped to the floor. The clear sound of shattering glass
could be heard, and juice and broken shards scattered everywhere.
"Ah--"
Becky screamed at the top of her lungs. And before Molly could figure out what happened, Becky
jumped out of her chair. She was scared and couldn't see what was going on. But she slipped on the
juice and was going down fast.
And this frightened Molly. She widened her eyes in fear and was quick to help Becky. But it was too
late. Becky collapsed in a heap and she cried out in pain.
Because of all the noise, Lisa ran out of the kitchen in a hurry to check if everything was alright. And at
the same time, Brian, who had also heard the sound, left his study to see what had happened. He
leaned over the railing to survey the scene. To him it looked like Molly pushed Becky and knocked her
to the ground.
Brian's was absolutely enraged. He shouted aloud in a stern tone,"What the hell did you do?"
Brian then ran downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. Even on the carpeted steps, they could hear
the thump thump of his feet as he rushed to Becky's rescue.
From the rattled look on Molly's face, you could tell she was terrified. Not only that, she didn't mean to
do it. Brian's voice just made her go pale again, and stiffen in fear. Before she knew it, he grabbed her
arm and pushed her away. She had to work to steady herself -- he'd pushed too hard.
Brian knelt down in front of Becky. He looked at the juice that stained her clothes and a frown appeared
on his face. "Becky!"
She could hear Brian's words and feel his big hand on her shoulder. Her eyes reddened and tears
began to form. "Brian, it hurts!"
Brian looked down and found that there was not only orange juice on her, but blood as well. That's
when he noticed the small pieces of glass embedded in Becky's hands. His face went solemn. He took
her in his arms and was about to get to his feet. But as soon as his hand touched her leg, she cried in
pain again.
Brian's black eyes darkened even more. He looked down and found a piece of glass digging into
Becky's calf. There was a lot of blood and it stained her clothing red.
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