For a long while, it was complete silence in the living room.

Byron Lawrence took a glance at the sofa and saw the young woman was holding little Estie in her arms. She leaned on the back of the sofa, asleep.

The young woman was cradling Estie in her arms, hence her upper body posture was awkward. She slumped unsteadily, drifting in and out of sleep. However, every time she was half asleep and half awake, she would subconsciously hug the little child tightly.

Byron’s heart was touched slight