After Rosalie left, Byron took Estie back to the Lawrence family’s manor.

When the two got home, Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence were already waiting in the living room. Wendy sat pitifully beside them.

Seeing the two of them enter the living room, Wendy quickly got up and approached Byron. "Byron, is Estie alright?"

She squatted down to check on the little girl.

Little Estie retreated behind Byron almost immediately, her little hands tightly grasping the hem of Byron's clothes. She was unwilling to look at Wendy.

"Estie, I'm sorry that I made you upset, but I just..." Wendy squatted, feigning her patience while trying to hold Estie’s hand.

Estie, like a terrified kitten, swatted the woman’s hand away with a smack. Her tiny face was full of resistance.

‘I hate this bad aunt the most! It's all this bad aunt’s fault that the pretty aunt left me!’

Wendy refused to give up. Thinking about the Lawrence couple behind her, she continued to approach the little girl.

‘I can’t let this little br