Seeing Rosalie, Byron, and Estie together, Mrs. Zora grew even more nostalgic for the good old days. Thinking she wanted to give them some time alone, she exchanged a few pleasantries with them before quietly stepping away.

All of a sudden, the three of them were alone in the living room.

Byron looked at Rosalie and Estie, his gaze dark.

Sensing his eyes on her, Rosalie turned away and carried Estie to the couch, trying to put her down.

Estie could tell what she was planning to do, and her large eyes screamed her displeasure. She held on tight to Rosalie’s shoulders, refusing to let go.

Rosalie had no choice but to sit down on the couch, comforting her gently, “Estie, good girl, you’re sick. You should sleep early. I’ll tuck you in, okay?”

Estie buried her face in the crook of Rosalie’s neck and shook her head wordlessly.

Rosalie frowned slightly. “Do you not want to sleep?”

The girl in her arms nodded and turned around in her embrace, reaching out her hand for a little noteboo