The little girl was wearing a blue top with lace trimmings and a white skirt. She had a big red bow on her head, and her fair face was ruddy. She was like a living version of a mini Snow White.

In addition, almost everyone at the kindergarten knew that she was the apple of Byron’s eye.

Seeing the little girl holding a woman's skirt pitifully, everyone looked over.

Rosalie would go tender-hearted for the little girl, but noting so many people looking at them now, she felt helpless for a while.