Byron had no experience coaxing children. Whenever Estie was angry with him in the past, it was Mrs. Zora whom he had asked to coax her.

Seeing his daughter crying in front of Rosalie now, a trace of panic flashed through Byron's heart. In the end, with a calm expression, he dully ordered, "Don't cry."

He had thought that this sentence was void of emotion.

In Estie's ear, however, it sounded fierce.

The moment he said that, Estie sobbed harder. Her tears practically rolled down in a stream. Her head was lowered as she choked on her sobs. She was practically out of breath.

Byron's brows were locked, and he did not know how to react for a moment.

Seeing the little girl crying like this yet how cold Byron's response was as a father, Rosalie could not just stand and watch anymore.

"Is this how you treat your child? She's crying like this yet you spoke to her with that tone? Don't you know how to talk to her properly?"

When Byron was suddenly lectured by her, he could not help but