Female 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 thatEstie was not feeling well too. As soon as she heard Byron‘s request, she turned the car around andsped up toward Lawrence Manor.novelbin
Twenty minutes later, the car came to a gradual stop outside Lawrence Manor. Rosalie was worriedabout the little girl, so she looked at the man beside her rather anxiously. “Take care of Estie, and feelfree 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, Estieobviously adores you. She‘s unwell now, but she‘ll probably feel better if she sees you.” With that, heopened 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 notforce her either way.
Rosalia frowned slightly as she watched him walk away. If Estie was feeling unwell, shouldn‘t he askher 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 gotout 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 sheinsisted 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 didshe 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 kindergartenat night, she already looked a little out of sorts. She didn‘t eat too much for dinner, either. I thought shewas just sleepy, and it was only when I brought her upstairs for her bath that I realized she was runninga low fever. I called the family doctor over and got her a prescription, but she still insisted on waiting foryou 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 herDaddy‘s neck with both her arms, burying her face in his shoulder and nodding pitifully. Byron rubbedher 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 somemore footsteps coming from the door.
It sounded like a woman. The three of them turned to look at the doorway in unison. When Byron sawwho it was, his gaze grew a few shades warmer. Mrs. Zora was completely taken aback, however. Shecould barely believe her eyes. Rosalie met their three gazes as soon as she set foot in the manor. Shepaused mid–step. When she realized that the interior did not look that different from when she left, herfeelings became even more complicated. Six years ago, she called this place home. She had livedhere for a few years, after all.
Although Byron was indifferent to her the entire time, he closed one eye to everything else she didoutside of their relationship. Throughout the years she had lived here, she had left her mark on thedecor 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 exactlywhere she left them.
She looked around briefly and then pulled her gaze back somewhat self–deprecatingly. She could notbelieve she actually felt nostalgic for those old things. Perhaps Byron never changed them because henever paid them any heed in the first place.