Wendy was already sitting at the dining table downstairs.

Seeing the two come down, Wendy looked at Estie with an apologetic expression on her face. "Estie, I'm sorry. I seem to have said something wrong just now."

Estie grabbed Byron's hand and looked up at her father, seeking confirmation from him if she could really ignore that woman.

Byron stroked the little girl's head soothingly and brought the little one closer to him.

Neither father nor daughter paid any attention to Wendy.

For a while, the atmosphere at the table seemed very stiff.

Wendy watched the father and daughter eat together. They did not even look her way. It was as if she did not exist. She was livid inside but could not vent it. Furthermore, she had to please the little b*tch.

"Estie, come. You’re still young, so eat a little more to grow taller." Wendy smiled and gave the little girl a piece of meat.

Looking at the extra piece of meat on her plate, the little girl's movements paused.

Byron deeply frowned, t