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

Chapter 73 Unless That Woman Contacted Him

Byron waited until the evening but did not receive Rosalie's call at all. Byron suppressed his displeasure and rushed to the kindergarten to pick up Estie. He would be able to get his answers when he arrived at the kindergarten.

After he made his way to the kindergarten, he saw that almost all the children had already left.

Byron saw his daughter standing in the corner at a glance.

The little girl drooped her head and tugged at her schoolbag with both hands. She was listless and looked dejected.

Seeing this, Byron frowned slightly. He stepped forward and patted the little girl's head.

"Why are you unhappy? Is it because I'm late? I'm sorry about that..." Before he could finish speaking, Estie pursed her lips and snorted. She walked straight past him.

Byron's hand was hanging in the air, and his voice stopped abruptly. He turned around helplessly and watched his daughter walk to the side of the car.

Seeing that she got into the car herself, he withdrew his gaze and walked around among the few remaining children.

There was no sign of the twins.

"President Lawrence..." When the teacher saw that he seemed to be looking for someone, her heart tightened and she came over carefully. Byron retracted his gaze and looked at the person in front of him with a blank expression.

"What happened to the twins? Did they drop out of school?" Hearing this, the teacher lowered her head guiltily.

"Not yet. I wanted to wait for them to come to school to convey your message, but in the morning, Lucian's mother called me and said that the two little guys were not feeling well. I didn't have time to say it..." Byron frowned slightly.

"Alright." After speaking, without giving the teacher time to react, he turned around and went back to the car. In the car, Estie was holding her backpack, her little head drooping on the backpack. Her eyes were downcast, and he could not guess what she was thinking.

She moved to the side when she saw Byron get into the car. Without raising her head, she inched away from him. Byron sat down beside her and instructed the driver to drive. He then looked at his daughter and asked her with concern, "Why are you angry again?"

Hearing his voice, Estie forcefully turned her head to the other side, completely refusing to communicate with him.

Byron knew that the culprit who had upset this little girl was himself again. He could probably guess the reason behind it, but he did not plan to solve it at the moment... Unless that woman contacted him. The little girl clearly wanted him to bring it up. She made small movements from time to time along the way as if she was trying to attract his attention. Byron acted as if he did not know what was going on. All the way home, Estie glared at him with reddened eyes. She stomped to her room angrily, slammed the door, and locked the door. Downstairs, Mrs. Zora saw that the father and daughter were not on good terms again. She looked at Byron worriedly,

"Master, what happened to the little lady..." Byron frowned, "Let her be. She'll get over it soon." Mrs. Zora gave up. There was still no sign of Estie during dinnertime. Mrs. Zora looked at Byron who was sitting at the dining table without moving his fork. She sighed inwardly and hurried upstairs to call Estie down. However, after she walked to the door and knocked on it for a while, there was still no answer.

"Little Lady, let's go down and eat something." Before she could finish speaking, a muffled sound suddenly came from inside as if something was smashed to the floor. Mrs. Zora's heart was tight, and she was about to go downstairs to call Byron up. However, she saw that Byron was standing behind her when she turned around.

"Master, you know Little Lady's temperament. She's withdrawn and isn't good with words. You have to be patient with her. You must communicate well when things go wrong. Little Lady is different from other children, after all. Aren't you afraid that Little Lady's symptoms will get worse?"

After hearing the sound of something falling to the floor inside, Mrs. Zora was worried. Her eyes were a little red when she finished saying her piece.