Byron did not wake up even after they had reached Lawrence Manor.

Luther helped Wendy carry Byron into the manor.

“Be careful!”

On the way upstairs, Luther stumbled carelessly and was immediately reprimanded by Wendy.

Luther knew it was his fault, so he accepted it.

Meanwhile, Estelle was still thinking about speaking to her daddy. She was waiting in Byron’s room instead of sleeping in her room.

When Wendy spoke, Estelle opened the door carefully and peeped out as though she knew Byron was back.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Luther holding onto Byron.

The little one ran over, worried. She tugged on Byron’s shirt. “Daddy?”

Wendy was in a good mood because of their intimate contact in the car just now.

She smiled and comforted the little one, “Daddy is drunk. Estie, don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.”

Estelle did not look at her. Instead, she looked at Luther, waiting for him to explain.

Wendy’s smile froze, and she looked at Luther just like Estelle.

Luther felt