Byron’s eyes turned even darker at the darkened mobile phone screen.

It was uncertain how much time had passed but Byron dug out the flower shop’s contact number and called.

"Don’t send the flowers tomorrow. From next week onward, help me send them to Virus Research Institute."

The receiver on the other end quickly agreed.

On the other hand, although Rosalie had already made things very clear to Byron, she was still worried that he would be adamant in his ways.

The next morning, Rosalie got up early and sat in the living room.

The boys seemed to have the same idea as her as they went downstairs early and sat beside her.

The three were anticipating a delivery.

Rosalie's heart was even tenser.

Fortunately, after waiting all morning, the doorbell never rang.

As the doubts on the boys’ little faces gradually faded away, Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief. She believed that Byron had really listened to her words.

The next day, after resting at home for nearly half a month, Rosalie