Byron noticed the guilty look on his mother’s face and his face turned gloomy as he warned the last time.

“Whether it is Estie or my marriage, I will take care of it. What you think is good for me may not be the correct choice for me.”

What he meant was to ask her to stay out of the matter.

Melody was both angry and guilty. “I’m doing this for you.”

Byron said nothing more.

His mother was so obstinate that whatever he said was pointless.

“Estie is my granddaughter. Of course, I care about