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. 

of relief as he touched the area of the injury. “Did the

Estie nodded. 

tender little hand again, he said, “The wound won‘t heal in a few days, you still need

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

The Little Wild

pursed her lips while her delicate little brows knitted together. Byròn would check

her frown, he could not

to that woman when she

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

ask him why he was

held her little hand placidly and said, “I‘m all right. I was

Small wild cat? 

did it come from?] Byron‘s gaze sank slightly. “It came back from overseas.” With that, he did

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

had said so, she asked no further questions and obediently let her daddy carry her upstairs.

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