“Aunt…”

Rosalie’s figure disappeared from their sight. Estie’s head lowered in grievance as she spoke in a tearful voice, “Want Aunt…”

Byron was unhappy because of what Rosalie said earlier. When he heard the little kid continuing to express her wish to be with that woman, he frowned slightly. “Aunt has her own children, Estie. You cant always disturb her.”

Estie angrily looked up at her daddy.

Byron frowned while looking at the little kid.

The father and daughter had the same look of in