"Hannah?"
Before Lily Gray could reply, Skye Brown, who was hugging her, had already widened her eyes in shock, "You told Lily about Hannah Ford?!"
"Skye, you've known about Hannah Ford too?"
"Lily, don't be angry…"
Skye said with an apology, "I only found out the night before the banquet. I saw you were so happy, so I didn't dare to tell you. Besides, I think what Dylan Wellington said is right... That woman is just the past, and she doesn't represent the present, let alone the future."
Skye approached and took Lily Gray's hand, "Lily, I'm sorry. I didn't intentionally hide it from you. Won't you be mad at me?"
"Don't worry, I won't get angry over this."
She held Skye's hand and reached out with the other to hold Joan Wellington's.
"I called you both here today to talk about my feigned memory loss because I wanted to have an open discussion about Hannah Ford."
"Actually, Hannah…"
Joan instinctively wanted to explain something about Hannah Ford.
