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Chapter 1146 A Little Conflict
Twenty minutes later, Byron's car slowly stopped at the entrance of the kindergarten.
The man got out of the car with a blank expression, slammed the door, and strode toward Estie's class with a storm in his
eyes.
'Jacobs, Rosalie Jacobs!’
'How did she find Little Estie's class?’
'Didn’t you say that you won't meddle in Estie's affairs anymore?*
Byron thought of the unpleasant parting last time, and of Ms. Sullivan's words just now, he was filled with anger.
At the same time, Rosalie followed Ms. Sullivan into the office, waiting for Byron's arrival.
The red marks on the back of Estie's hand still did not go away, Ms. Sullivan asked someone to bring a medicine box
over.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRosalie held the little girl in her arms, applied the medicine to her wound, and rubbed her little hand gently to help
absorption.
On the other side, Ms. Sullivan looked at them very cautiously.
There was silence in the office.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
Suddenly, everyone came back to their senses and looked toward the door in unison.
Ms. Sullivan stood up and opened the door.
Rosalie unconsciously tensed up, and the hand rubbing the wound for Estie also subconsciously stopped.
"President Lawrence, you're here."
Ms. Sullivan's heart trembled slightly at the sight of the man at the door. She greeted him respectfully, and
welcomed him in.
Hearing Ms. Sullivan's voice, Rosalie's heart was even more tense, she lowered her head and dared not look at the
door.
The office was so quiet that someone's footsteps could be heard clearly.
As the sound of footsteps got closer and closer to Rosalie, she had no choice but to look up.
Not more than a meter away from her, Byron stood there looking insulted. He looked at her, without saying a word.
Looking at each other, Rosalie's ears turned red, and she stood up stiffly, still holding Estie. "President Lawrence."
Ms. Sullivan's heart trembled again at Rosalie's address, and she became more and more puzzled about the
relationship between the two.
For a while, she even forgot to explain the current situation to Byron.
Fortunately, Byron did not seem to intend to ask her, but just looked at the person opposite him with piercing eyes.
"Miss Jacobs, what does this mean? Did you forget what you said? Why did you show up at my daughter's
kindergarten?"
The sarcasm in his words was obvious.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRosalie lowered her eyes, and from the corner of her eye, she happened to glance Estie’s injured hand.
The scene of the little girl being bullied just now reappeared in her mind.
Rosalie gradually gained confidence in her heart and asked angrily.
"Great, I just wanted to ask you instead. You knew that Estie's situation was not suitable for the new environment, but
insisted on transferring her, yet now you couldn't guarantee Estie's well-being in the new school. Is this how you have
taken care of Estie all these years, President Lawrence?"
Hearing her words, Byron frowned in puzzlement, and lowered his eyes to look at the little one in her arms.
Estie put one arm around Rosalie's neck, and the injured hand was hanging by her side, revealing the bruise.
Almost at a glance, Byron saw the red marks on the little girl's hands and his face sank suddenly.
Last time in the former kindergarten, the little one was bullied, and this was the same hand that was injured.
Moreover, according to Rosalie, Estie was bullied again this time.
Realizing this, Byron looked at Ms. Sullivan beside him with a cold expression, "What happened?"
Ms. Sullivan did not expect the topic to suddenly shift to himself, panicked for a few seconds, and managed to calm
down.
'President Lawrence, it's like this. Just now Estie had a little conflict with other children. The children were too impulsive,
so..."
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