Andrius talked the entire night; Byron just frowned and agreed.

Byron kept recalling what Andrius said while on the way back.

He should lower his stance in front of Rosalie. It was not that he did not want to, but he could not control himself every time the woman made him angry.

Often when he thought about it afterwards, he would regret it.

Now it seemed that he had to control my emotions.

After all, it was indeed because of him that they became what they were now.

It was nearly ten o'clock when he returned to Lawrence Manor.

At this time usually, Estie should have already been sleeping.

However, the moment Byron opened the door to the villa, he heard the little girl’s room door opening upstairs.

Looking up, he saw the little guy standing on her tiptoes. Her lips were pursed as he stared at him.

Meeting the little girl’s gaze, Byron frowned slightly. He put away his thoughts about Rosalie and changed his shoes before striding upstairs toward the little girl.

"Why aren’t yo