Meanwhile, Estelle sat in the backseat of the car with her cheeks puffed while she was on her way back to Lawrence Manor. She gazed at her daddy’s face through the rearview mirror.

“Daddy, did you make Auntie angry again?”

Byron’s forehead creased when he heard Estelle’s question.

Catching the change in her daddy’s expression, Estelle snorted, knowing her guess was correct.

She thought about why her father wanted to take her to see her Auntie.

It was because he wanted to quarrel with Auntie