Byron looked into her eyes and even showed a glimpse of grievance as though he was complaining to Rosalie that Estelle had wronged him

Rosalie retracted her gaze helplessly and carried Estelle. “Come on. Mommy will help you try on these dresses.”

Estelle hugged Rosalie’s neck lovingly.

They had just turned toward the stairs when they heard a noise upstairs.

“Be careful not to break those things.”

Melody’s slightly dissatisfied voice came from above.

Rosalie glanced upstairs, puzzled.

All she saw was Mrs. Zora ordering the maids to move the items down the stairs while Melody followed them.

Looking at the people downstairs, Melody’s face was ashen.

Rosalie carefully put Estelle back on the sofa and looked at Byron, trying to ask for an explanation.

Instead, Byron glanced at his mother and asked, “Mom, why are you moving out late at night? Can’t you move tomorrow?”

Melody snorted. “Stop being pretentious! I’m sure you want me to move out soon, so I won’t be an eyesore here.”

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