After dinner, the Old Master went upstairs to rest.Rosalie followed him upstairs and gave him another check-up. Once she came back downstairs, she bid everyone goodbye.Andrius said, “It’s late. Why don’t I send you home?”Rosalie declined with a smile. “It’s alright. You have other guests, so you should stay and keep them company.Andrius did not continue to insist. He simply said, “In that case, have a safe trip home. Oh, and don’t take my grandfather’s words to heart. He’s getting older now, so he’s always worried about these pointless things.”Rosalie smiled, then turned and left.“It’s late and I still have work to take care of. I have to take my leave too,” Byron said in his low voice as he watched Rosalie walk out of the villa.Alarms rang in Wendy’s head, and she quickly stood up to leave as well. “I was just going to head out myself. Let’s go together.”Byron rejected her calmly. “No, it’s fine. We’re heading in opposite directions. See you.”He turned and left witho

Rosalie had vaguely overheard Mrs. Zora’s words over the phone. She was a little worried to hear that Estie was not feeling well too.As soon as she heard Byron’s request, she turned the car around and sped up toward Lawrence Manor.Twenty minutes later, the car came to a gradual stop outside Lawrence Manor.Rosalie was worried about the little girl, so she looked at the man beside her rather anxiously. “Take care of Estie, and feel free to call me anytime if you need me.”Byron looked at her meaningfully. “If you’re so worried, why don’t you come in with me? Besides, Estie obviously adores you. She’s unwell now, but she’ll probably feel better if she sees you.”With that, he opened the door and stepped out of the car, heading toward the manor on his own.He seemed to be telling her that it was up to her whether she wanted to go inside or not. He would not force her either way.Rosalia frowned slightly as she watched him walk away.If Estie was feeling unwell, shouldn’t he ask

Seeing Rosalie, Byron, and Estie together, Mrs. Zora grew even more nostalgic for the good old days. Thinking she wanted to give them some time alone, she exchanged a few pleasantries with them before quietly stepping away.All of a sudden, the three of them were alone in the living room.Byron looked at Rosalie and Estie, his gaze dark.Sensing his eyes on her, Rosalie turned away and carried Estie to the couch, trying to put her down.Estie could tell what she was planning to do, and her large eyes screamed her displeasure. She held on tight to Rosalie’s shoulders, refusing to let go.Rosalie had no choice but to sit down on the couch, comforting her gently, “Estie, good girl, you’re sick. You should sleep early. I’ll tuck you in, okay?”Estie buried her face in the crook of Rosalie’s neck and shook her head wordlessly.Rosalie frowned slightly. “Do you not want to sleep?”The girl in her arms nodded and turned around in her embrace, reaching out her hand for a little noteboo

When Byron heard the little one’s cries, he raised his head and looked over.Rosalie Jacobs tried to soothe Estie by patting her gently on the back soothingly, but her sobbing became louder. Her tiny figure broke free from the blanket and crawled into Rosalie's arms, her two little hands tightly clutching the woman’s clothing.Estella continued crying. Then with tears blurring her sight, she opened her eyes and stared at Rosalie's face. When Estie was sure that Rosalie Jacobs was still there, her sobbing gradually eased. Seeing the little girl's already flushed face becomes redder from crying, Rosalie Jacobs felt a pang of heartache, as if she saw her twins through Estie’s tearful face."Estie, I’m here. Don't cry anymore, your pretty eyes will swell, and it will hurt." Rosalie Jacobs reassured her softly and gently wiped the tears from the little girl’s face.Estella cried too hard and couldn't stop her chest from heaving, her tears continued to flow. She held on to Rosalie’s blou

Rosalie Jacobs was indeed exhausted. She usually sleeps lightly, but today she slept so soundly that she was carried into the guest room upstairs without realizing it.Byron Lawrence walked to the edge of the bed, leaned over, and lowered the young woman on the bed. He placed her head gently and then slowly got up.Mrs. Zora followed them all the way. Watching the Young Master take care of Rosalie, the smile in her eyes grew brighter. She stepped forward and put Little Estie next to Rosalie. She covered the two with a quilt, then quietly got up and stepped aside.Noticing that her Young Master's gaze was still on Young Madam's face, Mrs. Zora said with concern, "Young master, you should also go and rest. I’ll be here. Don't you have to work tomorrow?" The Young Master frowned in response, shaking his head, "It’s alright, I'm not tired. Estie is still unwell and I'm worried. You get some rest."Mrs. Zora's eyes twinkled knowingly.The Young Master said he was worried about the li