On the other side, on the way back to Lawrence Manor.

From time to time, Byron raised his eyes to look at the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, Estie sat obediently in the back seat, she sniffled lightly from time to time, but showed no signs of crying.

Her reaction was completely different from when she left Rosalie in the past.

Byron could not help feeling a little uneasy. He thought that the little girl had been triggered again.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Cry if you want to."

Estie heard what her Daddy said, she pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and played with her fingers.

Byron did not hear any response and was about to take a look at her. Then, the little girl’s milky voice rang.

"Daddy, did auntie really want to hit you just now?" Estie tilted her head, looking at her daddy for clarification.

She thought about it just now. ‘In the past, although Auntie would get angry with Daddy, she never once raised her hand.’

‘Auntie must have misunderstood thi