Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1103

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.