Rosalie had vaguely overheard Mrs. Zora’s words over the phone. She was a little worried to hear that Estie was not feeling well too.

As soon as she heard Byron’s request, she turned the car around and sped up toward Lawrence Manor.

Twenty minutes later, the car came to a gradual stop outside Lawrence Manor.

Rosalie was worried about the little girl, so she looked at the man beside her rather anxiously. “Take care of Estie, and feel free to call me anytime if you need me.”

Byron looked at her meaningfully. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you come in with me? Besides, Estie obviously adores you. She’s unwell now, but she’ll probably feel better if she sees you.”

With that, he opened the door and stepped out of the car, heading toward the manor on his own.

He seemed to be telling her that it was up to her whether she wanted to go inside or not. He would not force her either way.

Rosalia frowned slightly as she watched him walk away.

If Estie was feeling unwell, shouldn’t he ask