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. 

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 you

Estie nodded. 

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 will help you, is that

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

Rosalie, The Little Wild Cat

made no fuss. She just pursed her lips while her delicate little brows knitted together. Byròn would check on her expression from time to time to see if she

her frown, he could not help

similar to that woman when she had

sight, Estie looked up in bewilderment. At a glance, she noticed that daddy had hurt his lips and pointed at it with

obviously meant to ask him why

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

Small wild cat? 

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.”

that the little girl was still at a loss, he raised his hand and confiscated the pen and paper in her hand, “Let‘s stop talking, it‘s almost time, daddy will

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

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