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. 

S–L–I–P–E–D 

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. 

let out a sigh of relief as he touched the area of the injury. “Did the teacher give

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

Mrs. Zora quickly returned with the first aid kit. Byron took out a spray from inside and sprayed it

The Little Wild

her delicate little brows knitted together. Byròn would check on her expression from time to time to see

not help but daze off.

similar to that woman when

daddy‘s line of sight, Estie looked up in bewilderment. At a glance, she noticed that daddy

ask him why he was hurt.

said, “I‘m all right. I was bitten

Small wild cat? 

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

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

was still curious, since daddy had said so, she asked no further questions and obediently let

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