Rosalie agreed and went upstairs with Byron.

There was only one night light on in the room, and Estie had already fallen asleep. Rosalie was mindful of her movements because she did not want to wake her up.

Byron stood outside the door with his hands in his pockets. His eyes slowly moved from Estie to the arrangement of the room.

He saw that Rosalie's room was extraordinarily tidy and clean. There were also a few plush toys, likely left there by the two little boys. It made the room look warm and homely.

After watching for a while, the lingering anger from earlier slowly disappeared, leaving only warmth in his heart.

"Okay, all good now," whispered Rosalie after she applied the medicine onto Estie’s bruise. The woman carefully observed and saw that the little girl was still sound asleep, so she got up with confidence.

As soon as she turned around, she met the man's scrutinizing eyes.

Looking at each other, both of them were stunned.

Byron gathered himself and nodded lightly. "T