Rosalie was completely helpless.

She knew that Byron was angry with her, but never thought that he would not even answer a phone call.

Ms. Sullivan's words left Rosalie with no choice, she resigned and put Estie on the ground.

As soon as she put her down, the little girl wrapped herself around Rosalie’s leg and refused to let go no matter what.

"Estie, come to teacher." Ms. Sullivan squatted down and opened her arms to the little one.

Estie just stared at Rosalie helplessly, as if she did not hear the teacher’s voice.

Seeing this, Ms. Sullivan could not help feeling embarrassed, yet at the same time, more and more suspicious of the relationship between Rosalie and Estie.

Rosalie touched the little girl's head, "Estie, be good, go with the teacher."

The little girl shook her head with all her might and lifted the little hand that was stepped on just now to Rosalie. She sought her attention coquettishly. "My hand, it hurts!"

Rosalie rubbed the reddish bruise at the back of the l