Byron frowned, already knowing what she was going to say. He waited for her to speak first.

"My stance is the same. Wendy is a girl. It's not easy to wait for you for six years. No matter what, you can't let her down!" Melody looked serious.

She had said this so many times that when Byron heard it, he only felt a headache. He was not in the mood to argue with his mother anymore.

Melody was still talking to herself, and he was just silent.

…

In the villa, Estie looked at the woman sitting on the sofa and timidly grabbed the hem of Mrs. Zora's clothes, her face full of vigilance.

Wendy noticed the resistance shown by the little girl and felt slight displeasure, but she still pretended to be kind. "Estie, look. I brought you a gift."

After speaking, Wendy took out a doll from her bag. "Look, do you like it?"

The little girl shook her head without hesitation.

‘I’ll never like any gifts from Mean Auntie!’

Seeing the little girl shaking her head, Wendy's face stiffened for a momen