Soon, Byron pulled over his car in front of Lucas’ psychiatric clinic.

Lucas was already at the door waiting because Byron had called him on the way there.

Byron got out of the car and wanted to carry Estelle out of the car.

The little one was still crying. When Estelle saw her daddy reaching out to her, she struggled out of his grip.

“I’ll carry her.”

Lucas approached Estelle and stretched out his hands. “Estie, come to Uncle.”

Estelle was still crying as she shook her head. She sobbed. “I want Auntie…”

Lucas frowned and looked at Byron in a puzzle.

Byron had only told him Estelle was crying non-stop through the phone but had not told him what had happened.

Their eyes met, and Byron frowned. Then, he spoke, “Let’s go in and talk about it.”

Lucas nodded and tried to coax Estelle again. “Auntie will be here soon. Why don’t you come into the clinic with uncle first?”

Hearing this, Estelle stared at Lucas suspiciously for a long time.

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