Chapter 125

Chapter 125 How Long Do You Want To Keep This Act?

Upon hearing this, Rosalie‘s heart sank. She immediately defended herself. “Let me be clear, I have nothing to do with this! I‘ve always felt that children are innocent. Furthermore, Lucian and Nox adore Estie so much. I‘ll never do anything to hurt her.”

After all, she had not reconciled with Byron. Now that Little Estie was found to be badly beaten while under her care, she had become the main suspect.

Moreover, she did have some alone time with Estie.

She would not be able to explain if Byron suspected her of this.

For a while, Rosalie felt uneasy.

Byron was in deep contemplation when he heard her defense. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Rosalie.

“I wasn‘t suspecting you at all, and I can probably guess who did this.”

Rosalie breathed a sigh of relief, but she was still worried about Estie.

“Who did it?”

Byron‘s inner storm was slowly brewing as he traced his thoughts on the matter.

Last night, his parents took Estie away from the manor involuntarily. Although his folks acted like thugs trying to take Estie away, he also knew that his parents doted on their granddaughter like the most precious jewel in the world. They would never in a million chances hurt a hair on her head.

From last night until now, the only suspicious person who had been in contact with Estie was Wendy Fuller!

He had always known that Estie strongly rejected being near that woman, but he never thought that Wendy would dare to do something so terrible to Estie!

Rosalie watched his face turn gloomy and could not help feeling anxious. “Who is it? Tell me!”

“Please look after Estie. There‘s something I need to do,” Byron asked Rosalie simply and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. Then, he turned around and exited.

Watching his back as he left, Rosalie frowned and felt injustice for Estie.

It was fine if he did not know that his child was hurt like this, but now that he had seen it with his own eyes, he just left without a word!

Wendy was weak in her legs after that confrontation with Byron. After sitting in the restaurant for a while, she got up and went home. When she got home, Byron‘s stern warning still plagued her mind.

She was restless and unsettled for a long time.

Just as she was about to call Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence and ask them to help intercede the situation, the doorbell suddenly rang. Wendy put away the phone and asked the housekeeper to open the door.

After a while, the housekeeper walked in with someone. Realizing who had come to her door, Wendy‘s face turned pale again. “Byron? W–Why are you here?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the man marched right up to her side. Wendy wanted to run and hide, but she was already strangled by the neck. Her eyes were full of fear as she asked in a shaky voice, “Byron, why… What are you doing?”

The man in front of her was oozing pure rage, his eyes even filled with murderous intent like a devil who climbed up from hell. “The bruise on Estie‘s body, was it you? Did you do it?”

Wendy was startled and felt the hand on her neck tighten again, squeezing the breath out of her. She hurriedly stretched out her hand and grabbed Byron‘s wrist.

“B–Byron, I don‘t know what you‘re talking about. Let me go. Let‘s talk about it, okay?” Byron‘s eyes narrowed, and his tone was frighteningly cold.

“Wendy Fuller, how long do you want to keep this act?” Wendy‘s face was pale, and she denied it desperately. “I really don‘t know what you‘re talking about! You know that I love Estie with all my heart.

How could I do anything to hurt her? I don‘t even know what kind of bruises you‘re talking about! I don‘t know why you think it‘s me, but I‘m being framed… Byron, dear, you have to believe me!”