My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93 She‘ll Feel Better If She Sees You 

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 her mother to visit her? No matter how busy Wendy was, she would not abandon her sick child.

Then again, Rosalie could not stand the thought of that little girl lying sick in bed right now, so she got out of the car and followed Byron into the manor.

As soon as Byron stepped through the door, Mrs. Zora greeted him with Estie in her arms.

“You‘re finally home, Master! The Little Lady is feeling so sick, and I told her to rest in bed, but she insisted on waiting for you to come home. I had no choice but to wait here with her.”

Estie‘s face was bright red, and there was a cooling patch on her forehead. She looked very weak.

When she saw her Daddy, she immediately held out her hands for a hug.

Byron took her into his arms and touched her to gauge her temperature. He frowned slightly.” How did she come down with a fever all of a sudden?”

Mrs. Zora looked at the Little Lady in his arms worriedly. “When she returned home from kindergarten at night, she already looked a little out of sorts. She didn‘t eat too much for dinner, either. I thought she was just sleepy, and it was only when I brought her upstairs for her bath that I realized she was running a low fever. I called the family doctor over and got her a prescription, but she still insisted on waiting for you to come home before she would go to bed.”

Byron nodded and patted Estie‘s back, asking concernedly, “Do you still feel unwell?” Estie hugged her Daddy‘s neck with both her arms, burying her face in his shoulder and nodding pitifully. Byron rubbed her head to comfort her. “Since you‘re back, Master, please take her upstairs to rest,” Mrs. Zora said, hurrying him. Byron hesitated for a moment. “Wait just a bit longer.” Mrs. Zora looked at him, puzzled. She did not know what he was waiting for. As she was growing anxious and impatient, she heard some more footsteps coming from the door.

It sounded like a woman. The three of them turned to look at the doorway in unison. When Byron saw who it was, his gaze grew a few shades warmer. Mrs. Zora was completely taken aback, however. She could barely believe her eyes. Rosalie met their three gazes as soon as she set foot in the manor. She paused mid–step. When she realized that the interior did not look that different from when she left, her feelings became even more complicated. Six years ago, she called this place home. She had lived here for a few years, after all. 

Although Byron was indifferent to her the entire time, he closed one eye to everything else she did outside of their relationship. Throughout the years she had lived here, she had left her mark on the decor around the manor. She had assumed that he would remove all traces of her presence once she left, but now that she was back here after six long years, she was surprised to find those things exactly where she left them.

She looked around briefly and then pulled her gaze back somewhat self–deprecatingly. She could not believe she actually felt nostalgic for those old things. Perhaps Byron never changed them because he never paid them any heed in the first place.