As her son relentlessly blamed Wendy, Melody frowned in dissatisfaction. "Wendy is already blaming herself. She just got back yesterday and came to apologize to us immediately. Why are you still talking to her that way?”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Estie who was hiding behind Byron.

Estie was still crying, but the sobbing stopped. She just kept shedding tears.

Seeing her little granddaughter upset, Melody felt very distressed. Her voice softened, "Estie, you’re a good girl. Don't cry, sweetheart. Tell me if you’re hurt."

Estie was still fond of her grandmother, so when she heard Grandma’s words, she nodded while sobbing a little.

"If you knew where we found Estie, you wouldn't be asking this question." Byron looked at his mother deeply.

Melody was puzzled.

Yesterday, the phone calls were all made in a hurry. She did not have time to ask, and she certainly did not know the details.

He glared at Wendy coldly and said to his mother, "Estie ran into the forest in the