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 little girl's head. He tucked the blanket around her and then got up and left.

He suddenly heard the little girl whimper softly just as he got to the door.

Byron stopped in his steps abruptly. He turned around and walked to the side of little girl’s bed. He carefully removed the blanket covering her face, only to see her face practically scrunched up. Her eyes were shut tightly and her long curved eyelashes were already covered with tears.

He wondered what nightmare she was having.

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