When Byron heard the little one’s cries, he raised his head and looked over.

Rosalie Jacobs tried to soothe Estie by patting her gently on the back soothingly, but her sobbing became louder. Her tiny figure broke free from the blanket and crawled into Rosalie's arms, her two little hands tightly clutching the woman’s clothing.

Estella continued crying. Then with tears blurring her sight, she opened her eyes and stared at Rosalie's face. When Estie was sure that Rosalie Jacobs was still there, her sobbing gradually eased. Seeing the little girl's already flushed face becomes redder from crying, Rosalie Jacobs felt a pang of heartache, as if she saw her twins through Estie’s tearful face.

"Estie, I’m here. Don't cry anymore, your pretty eyes will swell, and it will hurt." Rosalie Jacobs reassured her softly and gently wiped the tears from the little girl’s face.

Estella cried too hard and couldn't stop her chest from heaving, her tears continued to flow. She held on to Rosalie’s blou