“Estelle, what’s wrong? Why are you sad?”

Byron could not help but ask when he saw the little girl eating her meal gloomily.

Estie pursed her lips and accused her daddy, “You don’t like Auntie anymore.”

Hearing the child say this, Byron was somewhat surprised. He was silent for a few seconds before asking again in a deep voice, “Why do you say that?”

Estie looked at him gloomily. “We can see Auntie during the anniversary celebration. But Daddy isn’t looking forward to it at all.”

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