That night, Byron took Estie home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother and Wendy sitting on the sofa.

Seeing them coming back, Melody's anger did not diminish, but Wendy looked embarrassed. She got up and greeted, "Byron, Estie, you’re back."

Byron nodded at her expressionlessly. He immediately turned and looked at his mother.

After seeing the woman, Estie timidly shrank behind her father and did not even say hello to Melody.

"Mom, why are you here?" Byron held Estie's hand with one hand, silently comforting the little one. At the same time, he asked in a deep voice.

Hearing her son's question, Melody's expression became uglier. "The cheek of you to ask what we’re doing here! I entrusted Wendy to you. It's fine if you didn’t take her home to stay with you, but now that her old injury has recurred, you didn’t even go take a look!"

Byron could not help but have a headache. "I’ve sent someone to take her to the hospital, but she didn’t want to go."

He did send someone