Love Began with the First Meeting

Becky stared at Molly with her sharp eyes and gradually the look in her eyes softened. She had never imagined that she would see Molly ever again in her lifetime.

Feeling surprised by the sudden change in Becky, Molly furrowed her brows. Becky didn't seem to be overbearing as she had been when Molly had last seen her. There was no look of scorn or arrogance in her either. Molly was so puzzled with the shift in attitude towards her that she couldn't even describe how she felt about it. A moment ago, Molly could see a glimmer of cruelty flash across her eyes, but that changed in a second, and Becky didn't seem to have any resentment towards her now. It was as though she had lost her soul, and Molly was a stranger to her.

"Becky..."

"I have something to do, and I have to go. Excuse me," Becky said in a vague tone while removing her gaze from Molly and motioning the electric wheelchair to go forward.

Molly didn't say a word. She only followed Becky with her gaze and saw her enter the cafe that she had just left. Despite the resentment that still existed in her memory, Molly found she no longer hated Becky as much as before when she saw her in person. Becky felt Molly's eyes on her the whole time, but she didn't react to Molly's stare in any way. After entering the cafe, she went inside to change her clothes, disappearing from Molly's sight. After a short while, she returned dressed in the work uniform of the employees in the cafe. Still, she moved about by controlling the wheelchair. She came to the counter, took over the tray handed to her by a work colleague, and sent the coffee on the tray to the customer who had ordered it while controlling the wheelchair with only one hand. Nowadays, she didn't need anybody's pity nor sympathy. Everything that had happened in the past had become a flash in the pan. It was what it was there was no changing it. Becky spent five years healing her wounds both physically and mentally, and the disgust that she had once felt towards herself. She had learned to accept the way she was now. Becky didn't want to go back to the past and relive it. Now she was satisfied with her life. She lived a peaceful life and had a job that her boss had been willing to offer her without discrimination, and she was pleased that she could make a living and maintain her independence by herself.

Standing outside the cafe, Molly watched Becky busy working. In the beginning, she felt nervous about seeing Becky live a life like this, because her memory of Becky was still of that noble daughter from the Yan family, who had been proud and conceited all the time. However, the Becky before her eyes was now serving customers with coffee in such a humble way. Molly couldn't tell whether it was good or bad for her. She only thought that maybe Becky was peaceful for the time being.

She felt the urge to enter the cafe again, but after hesitating for quite a while, she decided against it. She took a long hard look at Becky. Then turned around and left feeling downhearted. She wasn't in the mood to go shopping anymore. Perhaps she needed some time to calm down from the overwhelming mixed emotions that she was feeling in her heart at the moment. Molly didn't know how long she should keep up the grudge, and it seemed that she had never sorted everything out that had happened in the past. However, the first question she had to ask herself was whether she still had any feeling of hatred or not. Did she still hate the Yan family for bringing her mother so much pain? Did she still hate the Yan family for abandoning her? Did she even hate Becky Yan for everything she had done to her?

With so many thoughts rambling in her mind, Molly gradually stopped in her tracks and stared blankly at the cars that were on the road in front of her passing her by. It seemed like she had become lost all of a sudden, and her brain had become a mess. In all honesty, Molly didn't feel any animosity towards any of them. It all had happened a long time ago, and it was all water under the bridge now. Many years had passed since her parents had passed away, and it seemed when they died, her resentment had been buried with them. As for Becky and Molly, the resentment between the two of them was because of Brian. It didn't matter whether or not she had once been the "other woman" that stood between Brian and Becky, nor did it matter who had been right and who had been wrong in the love triangle. She was Brian's wife at present, and Brian had accepted her as his wife both spiritually and legally. That was all that mattered now. Then how could she still hate her for anything?

When she thought of it all like that, a smile gradually played at the corners of her mouth. She knew that most of the times when she worried unnecessarily, it came from her overactive imagination. If she couldn't let go of the past, then she may lose more now, and that was something she didn't want.

Returning from her daydream and thoughts, she fished her cellphone out of her handbag and dialed Brian's number.

"Have you finished shopping?" Brian asked in a soft voice on the phone as soon as the line was connected. "Get Vincent to pick you up. Okay?"

"That's unnecessary," Molly answered with a smile on her face. "I'm going to join you at the National Congress. Do you want me to bring you some takeaway food?"

Hearing that, Brian stroked his forehead. He glanced at Mark, who was still doing his some work at his desk, and said with a smile, "Okay."

However, Molly frowned at his answer. She complained, "I was just making a suggestion. Don't you have time to go out for a meal? Do you have to always push Mark so hard?"

Brian felt that he was wronged. He said in a helpless tone, "It's not me. Mark is more strict with himself than before the financial crisis."

"All right," Molly said. She felt sorry for her son, but she couldn't do anything about it. She looked at the time displayed on the screen of her cellphone and continued, "Okay, go on with what you're doing. I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Molly hailed a taxi and headed to a restaurant that Mark liked. She ordered some food to Mark's taste and told the waiter to package it. Then she went to the National Congress by taxi. Since Molly wasn't a member of the National Congress, she couldn't enter directly without going through certain procedures. After all, the National Congress was the place of the supreme administrative power of Dragon Island. The rules were becoming more and more systematic and regular.

Once she had arrived, Molly made a call to Mark. He instructed his secretary to go downstairs and escort Molly up. Molly didn't mind that at all. Guided by the secretary, she went to the office of the candidate for power holder. Mark not only had to study at the Royal University but also had to deal with his daily responsibilities. During the winter and summer vacations, Mark even had strict training then, both physically and mentally. As a result, it could be said that he was the busiest one among the five members of their family. "Mommy, please give me a minute," Mark said without raising his head to look at Molly. His little hands kept typing on the keyboard of the computer. He looked more experienced now and very serious with work. 0000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐