Estelle did not come out of her room even after Byron and Wendy had finished their meal.

Wendy had finally gotten Byron’s agreement. Of course, she did not want Estelle to mess up her plan.

After dinner, she volunteered and said, “I’ll go upstairs and see how Estie is doing.”

Byron nodded, agreeing.

Wendy headed upstairs nervously.

Mrs. Zora was accompanying Estelle in her room. She watched Estelle eat her food slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

Seeing Wendy walking in, Mrs. Zora greeted respectfully, “Miss Fuller.”

Wendy nodded slightly in response. “Why don’t you go out first? I have something to say to Estie.”

Mrs. Zora hesitated for a moment, but there was no reason to refuse. She could only leave.

Only Wendy and Estelle were left in the room.

The little girl puffed out her cheeks and put down her spoon angrily. Estelle turned around, and wrapped herself in the quilt. She held a doll in her arms and played with it intently. She had no intention of talking to Wendy.

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