Byron still wanted to refuse after she said that, but his mother had hung up the phone.

The darkened mobile phone screen reflected Byron’s furrowed brows.

After a long pause, Byron put away the phone before picking up his feet and walking downstairs.

Although he was reluctant, his mother had spoken to such a point that he had no choice.

"Sir?" Downstairs, Mrs. Zora looked puzzled when she saw him going out at night.

Byron nodded to her. "I'll be heading out, watch over Estelle."

Mrs. Zora