"Mommy, please don't dislike Uncle Byron."

Nox was disheartened and pitifully tugged at Rosalie's clothes. "Mommy, even though Uncle Byron always makes you angry, he cares about you. Every time you get sick, Uncle Byron will be by your side."

Rosalie's eyes trembled, and her heart was inevitably moved by what the boy said.

‘Indeed, if my memory serves me right, since I returned to Somerland, Byron has almost always been by my side every time I got sick.’

Before this, Rosalie had never felt the feeling of being taken care of.

‘At most, it was just the little ones’ clumsy care.

‘Byron did give me a lot of security, but…’

Nox, unsure of what Mommy was thinking, muttered to himself, "Uncle Byron is good to Mommy. He wouldn’t even let us tell Mommy..."

As soon as he said this, the little guy suddenly felt his brother poking him.

Nox bit his tongue and tried to divert Mommy’s attention. “Anyway, Uncle Byron is really good. Mommy, please don’t quarrel with Uncle Byron anymore.”

Rosa