When Byron returned to Lawrence Manor, it was already late at night.

Estie had also gone to bed early.

Recalling that the woman had not mentioned Estie at all just now, he could not help feeling his heart ache. He went upstairs into the little girl's room.

Estie looked well-behaved when she slept. Her head was turned to one side and half of her face was buried in the blanket. She seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Byron’s eyes softened when he saw the child. He raised his hand and caressed the l