Melody looked at Rosalie coldly. She suspected that her son was making a big fuss because of this woman.

Byron stood between his mother and Rosalie. He took Rosalie downstairs and got her to sit on the single sofa, then protectively stood beside her.

"I didn't want to bother the police so late either. This afternoon, I caught someone named Lucille who tried to pour lubricant on Rosalie's brakes. If I didn't find out in time, Rosalie and the children might be dead by now!"

With that said, Melody's face changed. "What? Doesn't that person know that our little Estie is in the car too?"

Byron's tone also sank. "Of course, they knew. After all, the person behind this was Wendy!"

"What did you say?"

Melody was so flustered that she lost her balance and fell back on Benedict.

Benedict quickly helped her to the sofa, and asked, "What's going on? How can you be sure that Wendy did it? The Fuller family has fallen to this point, has she not realized her mistake?"

Byron nodded plainly. "M