Chapter 21

Rosalie, The Little Wild Cat Estie obediently stretched out her injured hand for him to look. Bryon frowned slightly when he saw the injury on her hand. “How did this happen? Did the kids bully you?” Estie was stunned for a moment but then she forcefully shook her head. She was not bullied? 

Byron did not understand. “Then what happened?” 

Estie picked up the drawing pen again and wrote stroke by stroke into the small notebook. She wrote a few letters. 

After she wrote that, she tilted her head, feeling somewhat lacking in confidence. The word was too hard to spell. Whenever she comes across a word that she did not know how to spell, she would usually make an educated guess from how it sounded or skip it entirely. 

She did not come across this word often and did not know if she had spelled it correctly. 

“You slipped?” 

Byron looked at the letters and confirmed with her. 

Estie nodded. 

he touched the area of the injury. “Did the teacher

Estie nodded. 

he said, “The wound won‘t heal in a few days, you still need to put some ointment

refuse. Byron immediately crouched down and picked up the little girl before heading downstairs. When he got to the hall, he put the little girl on his lap and sat on the sofa. He instructed Mrs. Zora, “Bring me the first aid kit.” Heeding his order, Mrs. Zora quickly returned with the first aid kit. Byron took

The Little

fuss. She just pursed her lips while her delicate little brows knitted together. Byròn would check on her expression from time to

he could not

somewhat similar to that woman

a glance, she noticed that daddy had hurt his lips and pointed at it

to ask him why

meant. He held her little hand placidly and said,

Small wild cat? 

where did it come from?] Byron‘s gaze sank slightly. “It came back from overseas.” With that, he did not

raised his hand and confiscated the pen and paper in her hand, “Let‘s stop talking, it‘s almost time, daddy

since daddy had said so, she asked

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