Thirty minutes later, Melody’s car pulled over slowly at the gate of Lawrence manor.

The little girl was silent in the back seat.

Melody thought the little one had stopped crying all the way home. She was relieved.

Unexpectedly, she saw tears all over the little one’s face when she opened the back seat door.

The little one was tired of crying. Even though Estelle remained silent, tears still flowed down her cheeks.

When Melody opened the door, she did not respond. She did not even turn her head this way.

Seeing her granddaughter sobbing silently, Melody felt sorry for her.

“Why are you crying? Do you like that Jacobs woman so much? Isn’t grandma nice to you?”

Melody hugged the little one in her embrace and comforted her.

The little girl in her arms shook her head as she sobbed.

Melody felt despair, thinking Rosalie had brainwashed the little one, making her dislike her grandma.

Melody’s dissatisfaction with Rosalie grew.

She was about to say more when the little one suddenl