"Byron, Rosalie, I'll go home first. I'll come back another day to see the kids!"

Byron was in the study, while Rosalie was in the bathroom. Melody walked to the second floor and yelled out.

After a few seconds, no one responded.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Melody's mouth. This was what she deserved.

Unexpectedly, Rosalie had just washed Estie's hair. She wiped her hands and ran out to the yard.

"Auntie Melody, drive carefully at night! Next time you come, you can take Lucian and