Estelle looked at her daddy, who was at the door, and at Wendy, who was sitting on the sofa.

After a while, she got off her chair sullenly and ran after Byron on her short legs.

Wendy was relieved and followed quickly.

“Daddy,” Estelle tugged onto Byron’s shirt and tried to coax her daddy.

Byron looked at the little one and stroked her hair. “I’ve been very busy recently, so please be a good girl.”

The little one pouted her lips in disbelief.

Her daddy was not busy. He was in a bad mood because he and Auntie were not on good terms.

She could see that, yet her daddy was lying to her.

Adults were strange. Her daddy still refused to make up with Auntie after so long.

Byron did not know what was happening in the little one’s mind. After speaking, he withdrew his gaze from her and turned to Wendy behind the little one.

Wendy kept her attention on him and met his eyes with a smile almost as soon as he looked over.

“What’s the matter?”

Byron’s forehead creased, and he asked in his