Hearing what Byron said, Wendy did not care about her guilty conscience anymore. “Byron, what are you talking about? My father hasn't calmed down yet, where am I supposed to go?"

She had finally moved into the manor; how could she leave so easily?

Byron, however, was unmoved, he just stared at her expressionlessly. "If you can't go home, then go back to the hotel. The manor had only gone through its first round of disinfecting and I don’t know whether or not there are more hidden bacteria. If I let you stay here knowing that there are still risks, I would not be able to explain myself to your elders."

He spoke of his concerns, but his tone was indifferent.

Wendy only felt a chill in her heart.

She was not stupid. Of course, she was aware that this was Byron’s excuse to drive her away.

However, she had no valid reason to refuse him.

Realizing this, Wendy hated that Estie had recovered so quickly and that she did not make her suffer more!

"I'll be waiting for you in the car." Byr