Estie's soft voice left Rosalie feeling conflicted.

As she expected, the little one was emotionally sensitive to the outside world. She had even noticed her resistance toward Byron.

Was that why the little girl secretly came to see her without her father’s knowledge on both occasions?

‘Am I that important in Estie’s heart?’

Lucian and Nox looked at Estie on the side. Their hearts could not help but soften. They stepped forward to speak up for her.

"Mommy, since she came alone, let her play with us for a while!" Nox grabbed Rosalie's sleeve and acted playfully.

Lucian also echoed, "Mommy, Mr. Byron won't come looking for her so soon. Let Little Estie stay for a while!"

Rosalie did not answer for a while.

Little Estie was in Rosalie's arms with her eyes lowered. She dared not look into Rosalie’s eyes, for fear that her next sentence would be one of rejection.

Rosalie looked at the pleading gaze of her boys, then looked at the time. It was not yet one o’clock in the afternoon.

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