Byron looked at her in silence for a long time.

His expression gradually eased after he heard that she went to a psychiatrist, specifically for what happened last time.

When he spoke again, his tone softened tremendously. "You have a heart."

Wendy was ecstatic when she heard the change in his tone. "It's what I should do. I shouldn’t have done that to Estie, no wonder she didn't like me. It's all my fault, Byron, just blame me!"

Byron was unmoved, his tone did not even fluctuate. "Then do you want to make it up to her?"

Wendy naturally agreed without hesitation. "I've always wanted to apologize to Estie properly, but I never had the chance."

Hearing this, Byron nodded slightly, "In this case, during this time, try to get along well with her. Estie will be at home during this time, and I’ll be busy with work. You can come and see her when you have time."

This implied that the little girl will be under her care.

Wendy pinched her palm secretly to prove that she was not dreaming.