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.

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