Melody took out her phone and called Byron.

Byron had just had his meal in Rosalie’s house and had just walked out.

He frowned upon seeing it was a call from his mother. The smile on his face disappeared, and it was cold again.

“Where are you now? Come to the Lawrence family’s mansion at once! I want to talk to you!”

Before Byron could speak, Melody ordered angrily through the phone.

Byron’s forehead puckered, and he looked back at Rosalie’s brightly lit house. He could still vaguely hear Rosalie playing with the kids.

Snapping out of his daze, he answered, “Got it. I’ll be right there.”

He could probably guess why his mother was making the call.

It must be because she knew he wanted to break off his engagement with Wendy, so she wanted to speak up for Wendy.

This time, Byron did not intend to compromise. In any case, he would firmly cut ties with Wendy.

With that in mind, Byron sped off in his car and headed to the Lawrence family’s mansion.

Meanwhile, Wendy sobbed as she w