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 he