"Oh..." Molly Walker's eyes curved with laughter, "How long do I need to cheer her up? Do I have to please her whenever she's unhappy, and let her beat and scold me? For Miss Thompson's sake, I'd willingly be her servant without regret?"
Nicholas Thompson's pupils constricted, and after a brief hesitation, he slowly averted his gaze: "I know you don't like her, but you're also part of the Thompson family. She can't accept amputation surgery in this state. Can't you just comfort her so she can accept the surgery?"
"Why should I?" Molly's lips curled up, but her smile didn't reach her eyes, "What does it have to do with me whether she has surgery or not? If she doesn't get the surgery, it's her own fault. Why should I sacrifice my time to placate someone I dislike?"
"Leaving that aside, do you really think she'd willingly listen to me if I were to comfort her?" Molly looked at him, feeling more ridiculous by the second.
