Byron’s stern and icy tone made Wendy's heart tighten. The little hope she had just now disappeared.

She wanted to get dressed up to meet him, but Byron said to meet in half an hour. Wendy just grabbed her purse and went out in a hurry.

Her house was a long way from the restaurant. Her driver was going at lightning speed for her to arrive on time.

When Wendy entered, Byron was already waiting for her at the seat by the window.

Hearing movement at the door, the man raised his eyes and looked over. His expression was colder than the night outside the window.

"Byron, what's the matter?" Wendy felt inexplicably guilty and carefully sat down opposite him while clutching her purse.

Byron stared at her for a few seconds. The atmosphere around him was terrifyingly silent.

Wendy clenched her fingers nervously and forced a calm smile on her face.

"You sent Estie to school this morning." After a long while, he spoke sternly and coldly.

Wendy nodded quickly. "Mrs. Lawrence asked me to help,