Chapter 92

Estie Isn‘t Feeling Well

As soon as she said that, a silence fell over the car.

Rosalie realized what she had just said and regretted it, so she lowered her gaze and stayed silent.

Byron stared at her side profile intently, an unreadable look in his eyes. Was she really so averse to
him? How could she blatantly try to push him onto Wendy like that? After a moment, he said coldly,
“She‘s busy, so she won‘t be leaving any time soon.” Rosalie gripped the steering wheel angrily. Wendy
was too busy to send him home, so why was she obligated to?

Still, the person next to her would not be moved. No matter what she said, he would not get out of the
car so easily.

Rosalie had no choice but to start up the car again and drive away from the Quirkes‘ villa.

At the same time, Wendy strode out of the door. When she caught a glimpse of Byron‘s face in the
rearview mirror, her expression immediately turned ugly. As Rosalie‘s car disappeared into the
distance, she hurriedly jumped into her car and followed them.

Once they reached the main road, Rosalie belatedly remembered to ask, “Where are you headed?”

Byron had indeed worked for the entire day before rushing over here to have dinner with the Old
Master. Now that he finally had a moment of peace to himself, he felt the weariness catching up to him.

He massaged his brow to wake himself up. “Take me to the office. If I remember correctly, it‘s along the
way for you.” Rosalie frowned slightly and turned to look at him. “It‘s already this late, and you‘re still
going back to work?” Byron gave a grunt to the affirmative, a little too lazy to actually say anything in
response.



For some reason, he instinctively relaxed when he was by her side. Since he did not seem inclined to
talk, Rosalie fell silent as well, driving them there without a word.

Still, the mere thought that he was sitting next to her right now filled her mind with a ton of
uncontrollable thoughts.

She remembered that, back before they got divorced, Byron had told her that Wendy was the only one
who deserved to marry him. Her presence had thrown a wrench into their marriage arrangements.

Rosalie explained, “I bumped into Byron at a patient‘s house. When I heard that Estie wasn‘t feeling
well, I dropped by to pay her a visit.”

Mrs. Zora‘s heart twisted in her chest, and she mumbled, “That‘s good. I‘m sure the Little Lady will
recover quickly if you‘re here.” Rosalie was on a completely different page. She simply assumed that
Mrs. Zora thought she could take better care of Estie because she was a doctor and could treat
illnesses, so she nodded with a smile. “Don‘t worry. I‘ll help Estie however I can.”

Mrs. Zora could not help but feel a little surprised at that.

The Madam was making it sound like she was an outsider.

The Little Lady was her daughter, and now that she was sick, shouldn‘t Ma‘am stay by her side to take
care of her? Besides, the Little Lady would feel better having her mother with her, and Mrs. Zora knew
how amazing a doctor Rosalie was. Back then, Rosalie was the one who treated her whenever she had
any headaches or fevers.

The Little Lady‘s fever should be nothing to her… Thinking back on the time Ma‘am stayed with them,
Mrs. Zora could not help but feel a wave of pity.



Ma‘am was beautiful and capable, but she never put up any airs around the servants. She had treated
them like family.

Miss Fuller, on the other hand, would drop by every so often. Whenever the Master was not around,
she would behave like the mistress of the household, looking down on them and barking orders at
them. She barely treated them like human beings. Who knew what the Master saw in her…

When Byron heard how Mrs. Zora addressed Rosalie, he felt disorientated for a second as well. When
Rosalia corrected her the very next second, he felt somewhat conflicted.




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