"Hello, Uncle Byron," Lucian and Nox greeted him after realizing it was him.

Byron nodded slightly, then frowned and asked, "Your mommy hasn't come back yet?"

The little boys nodded obediently and looked at each other cautiously with some guilty conscience in their eyes.

Just now, they thought it was Mommy who came back. They almost called out for Mommy when they opened the door.

Fortunately, Little Estie spoke first, so they did not embarrass themselves.

Hearing this, the folds between Byron's brows deepened. "Then what did you eat for lunch?"

As he spoke, Byron glanced at the room. When he saw the family bucket on the table, his expression abruptly sank.

"We had chicken drumsticks! They were delicious!" Estie quipped, engrossed in the excitement of having fast food for the first time. She was oblivious to her Daddy’s horrified expression.

Byron heard his own daughter, and his deep eyes darkened as he looked down at the three little ones again.

He saw the three little faces