Becky furrowed her eyebrows and took a quick look at Molly. It was easy to decipher the irony behind Becky's words, and from that, Miranda confirmed that she knew the woman. She figured that perhaps they weren't enemies... nor were they friends.
From ten in the morning to three in the afternoon, Molly just sat there. During this time, Brian had called to check on her. After learning that she was at the cafe, he didn't ask anything further, but just reminded her to come back home for dinner.
"Becky, are you really not gonna talk to her?" The girl behind the counter stared at Molly. 'Is she going to wait here the entire day?' she wondered.
Miranda was standing there as well. She looked at Becky who was focused on making a Latte art for a customer. She sighed, "Becky, if there is some problem between you two, it is better to solve it right away. Escape is not the best solution."
Becky's hands stopped for a moment. Then she continued to be absorbed in her work, composure returning to her face. Every time they watched Becky doing the Latte art, they felt like it was some sort of real artwork.
Miranda had always felt that Becky wasn't as simple as she seemed to be. Although she just sat on her wheelchair most of the time, there was a special aura about her. That kind of aura only came from a being of a high social status. Dragon Island, like any other country in the world, had both rich and poor sections of society. With the development of two more areas and the growth of the population, the segregation had become wider than ever.
Because of that difference, the feeling that Becky wasn't one of them grew stronger and stronger in Miranda's mind.
When it was four in the afternoon, Molly checked the clock and decided that she could not wait any longer. She stood up abruptly and walked towards Becky. "I want to talk to you."
"We have nothing to talk about." Becky didn't know where Molly got her patience from. 'Now that she's gotten everything she wanted, why is she still after me?' Becky thought desperately. 'If she has come to mock me, then her mere presence is doing so. She doesn't even need to speak a word.'
"Regardless of what you think, I believe we need to talk." Molly had a firm look in her eye.
Becky jeered. Raising her head slowly, she looked into Molly's eyes. "Why should I talk to you?"
Brows furrowed, Molly paused for several seconds and said, "Because I have given you my eyes."
Becky's face suddenly changed colors. The waitress who happened to pass by stopped in her track in surprise, confusion, and... shock.
"Molly, if you want them back, you can have them right now," Becky said calmly. She was composed. Taking her eyes off Molly, she moved her wheelchair to take her leave.
Molly, however, blocked her way. She had to talk to her now. She might not get this chance once again. Even if Molly could find her again, she wasn't even sure whether she would have the courage to speak to Becky.
"I am sorry, could you please move aside? I still have customers to serve." Becky didn't even raise her head to talk. Her face was cold.
"I will pay for all the customers here. I will rent the cafe for the rest of the day." Molly's face also turned cold. "Either way, I have to talk to you."
Becky smiled ironically. She slowly raised her head and smirked. "Mrs. Long, that's very generous. Wow, you want the cafe to yourself for the rest of the day. You could even buy this place if you wished, right?"
"Becky, if you find solace in mocking me, then go ahead." Molly was enraged. She had mustered the courage to solve the issue between them, but Becky only jeered at her in return. "Right from the very beginning, up until now, no matter who you are, no matter where I am, you have always been the one to mock me."
Becky retorted coldly, "You know very well that I will mock you. I always do. It was your choice to come and talk to me. So you should just accept it gracefully." Since she was sitting in the wheelchair, she could only see Molly's waist if she looked straight. "Just leave. If you continue to talk to me, you will only receive more mockery in return. Why are you doing this?"
Molly's anger was further stimulated, but she suppressed it. She shot her eyebrows up and sneered, "That's funny. Why should I get mocked by you anymore? Both of us have changed so much. Just take a look at yourself. And then look at me. Why?"
Becky was struck speechless. The other employees in the cafe shot angry glances at Molly. To them, though Becky wasn't a really close friend, she was still a hardworking and easygoing person. Naturally, they were very fond of her. Yet, Molly was talking to her in such an aggressive way. They thought that Molly was bullying her.
Molly had noticed the glances from the others, but she didn't really care. With her eyes fixed on Becky, she continued, "If you don't talk to me now, I will come here every day. If that's what you want, I am fine with it. And there's no point in trying to leave this place or hide from me. This is Dragon Island. I have more than a thousand ways to find you. And even if you were to leave Dragon Island, I can still find you. So, stop being so stubborn!"
Molly's words were arrogant and sharp, but Becky had no doubt that she could really do all that she had said. As the daughter-in-law of the Long Family, and with Addison as the candidate for the ruler of the island, it would be a piece of cake for her to find Becky. She had nowhere to hide. If she left Dragon Island... She laughed at herself. With Brian's help, Molly could easily get any information about her whereabouts from anywhere in the world.
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