Byron finished his work late at night and came out of the study.

The lights on the first floor had been turned off, and only the lights in the corridor on the second floor were still on.

When passing by Estie's room, Byron vaguely heard what seemed to be movement inside. His heart sank.

He was reminded of the little girl's aversion toward Wendy. Byron was deeply worried that this little one was crying secretly because he still had not sent Wendy away.

Thinking of this, Byron gently opened th