"Aunt, no don’t like Estie. Please no."

Little Estie clutched Rosalie's clothes pleadingly and wanted to come right into Rosalie's arms.

Rosalie turned around, squatted down, let the little one get into her arms, and sighed helplessly. "I don’t dislike you."

Little Estie's voice was muffled. "But Aunt want Estie go away."

Rosalie felt the cry in Estie’s voice. She pulled the little one out of her embrace and wiped her tears away gently.

Estie stubbornly pouted and looked at her without blinking, trying to get an answer from Rosalie.

After a long while, Rosalie said softly, "I have to send you back, not because I don’t like you, but because I think we shouldn’t be so close."

Hearing this answer, the little girl was full of confusion. She frowned and tilted her head to look at Rosalie's face.

‘I like Beautiful Aunt very much, and we’ve always been like this. Why can't we be close anymore?

‘Is it because of Daddy?’

Thinking of this possibility, the little girl had some panic on