Alistair's fingertips unconsciously tightened around her much smaller hand, a feeling he never wanted to let go of.
When they were kids, it was Molly who held his small hand.
But now, after all these years, he towered over Molly and even had hands bigger than hers.
Some feelings had quietly changed between them.
Together they returned to the Callahan Residence.
The Maserati parked outside the gate of Callahan Residence. Molly didn't get out of the car but rolled down the window and made a waving gesture at him. "Go back quickly. I won't go in. Say hello to my godparents for me."
Alistair nodded with a slightly melancholic expression on his face as the luxury car quickly drove away and disappeared into the night sky.
Watching the taillights disappear around the corner street, Alistair couldn't help but furrow his brows in frustration because that wasn't towards the White family's direction but rather towards Myrtlegrove Neighborhoods' direction instead. He felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness that left him feeling dejected.
Molly turned up her car stereo volume while driving to ease some of her troubled emotions when suddenly her phone rang and interrupted her Bluetooth audio system. She glanced at it and saw that it was from her mother so she answered immediately.
"Mom? What's up?"
Lyra asked back, "Did you drop off Alistair? Are you on your way back?"
Molly hesitated for a moment before making an excuse, "Mom, I have plans with friends tonight so I won't be going home."
"It's probably your boyfriend Archer," Lyra said knowingly.
Molly remained silent as Lyra continued speaking directly, "It's late at night so you're not allowed to go out! Come home right now! There is something important I need to tell you! You have twenty minutes or else... you know how angry I can get!"
She knew it too well.
When their father Malcolm got angry, it was just a little temper tantrum, but their mother, who usually appeared gentle, can turn even the crooked-necked tree in the yard straight when she was truly mad.
Lyra held the most authority in this household.
Feeling scared stiff, Molly replied obediently, "Okay mom, I'll be there soon."
The luxury car quickly turned around at the next intersection without any delay whatsoever before heading straight back towards Lyre Spiti which only took ten minutes tops.
Molly parked the car and walked out of the Lyre Spiti parking garage. From a distance, she could see her mother standing elegantly at the corner of the alley, her hands folded, as if she had been waiting for her for a while.
Molly felt a strange aura from her mother's presence and quickly checked the time. She hadn't exceeded the time limit, so she hurried over.
"Mom, it's cold tonight. Why are you standing here?"
"Overate at dinner, just came out for a walk to aid digestion."
Molly found it hard to believe this reason. If it were just for a stroll, there was no way her father wouldn't be accompanying her.
"Mom, just tell me what you want to say. You know I don't like beating around the bush," Molly said, getting straight to the point.
Lyra didn't waste any time either. "What are your plans with Archer? What do you really want?"
"I still want to be with him," Molly replied without hesitation.
The mother and daughter walked side by side in a narrow alleyway, their shadows elongated by the dim yellow light.
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