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

Chapter 21

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. 

sigh of relief as he touched the area of the

Estie nodded. 

Looking at her white and tender little hand again, he said, “The wound won‘t heal in a few days, you still need to put some ointment on it. Daddy

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 out a spray from inside and sprayed it onto her wound. Then, he kneaded her hand for a while. It was still a rather serious injury and although quite a

The

together. Byròn would check on her expression from time to

he could not help but

little girl looked somewhat similar to that woman when she had her serious face

of her daddy‘s line of sight, Estie looked up in bewilderment. At a glance, she noticed that daddy had hurt his lips and pointed

him why he was

said, “I‘m all right. I was bitten by a small

Small wild cat? 

even more doubtful. She picked up the paper and pencil on the tea table and wrote, [ Cat, where did it come from?] Byron‘s gaze sank slightly. “It came back from overseas.” With that, he did not wish to discuss that woman anymore. He was

the pen and paper in her hand, “Let‘s stop talking, it‘s almost time, daddy will take you to

had said so, she asked

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