"What are you angry about? What did I say wrong?" After a while, Rosalie looked into his eyes calmly.

She wanted to draw a line with the Lawrence family, but she did not want to do it in this way.

If she let him take Estie away like this, who could guarantee what he would say to the little girl when they got home?

Byron frowned angrily at the fact that she did not even know what she did wrong. "How could you have done anything wrong? Didn't Estie already say it? It's all my fault."

Then, he turned and left again.

Rosalie gritted her teeth.

The man's words were resentful, but she could not let him leave like this.

Seeing that Byron had reached the stairs, Rosalie finally made up her mind. She walked over quickly and grabbed the man's sleeve.

Estie's whimpering quieted down as she saw Auntie approaching them.

Byron glanced down at the hand on his sleeve, his eyes dim.

‘I don't know what this woman is going to say.’

Rosalie's knee-jerk reaction was to stop him, but when she was