Molly stood still and pointed at herself, "I don't need to hear this, right? I'm not a part of your family..."
Even Isabelle had left, so what was the point of her, an outsider, listening to this?
However, Michael Gallagher didn't pay attention to her. Instead, he looked at Bailey Gallagher and pointed to a nearby chair.
Bailey climbed up, his hands resting on his lap, his nervous expression looking extremely well-behaved.
Molly chuckled softly.
What a perfect match for each other.
"You sit too." Michael glanced at her.
Molly simply sat on the edge of the bed, ready to "listen attentively."
Michael's eyes were clear and sharp, his dark pupils staring at Bailey, "Bailey, I'm not your father."
Although his tone was light, it also contained a hint of restrained sorrow.
Bailey froze, his little mouth pouting as if he were about to cry.
