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My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 1087

Chapter 1087 Do You Want To Make It Up To Her?

Byron looked at her in silence for a long time.

His expression gradually eased after he heard that she went to a psychiatrist, specifically for what happened last time.

When he spoke again, his tone softened tremendously. “You have a heart.”

Wendy was ecstatic when she heard the change in his tone. “It’s what I should do. I shouldn’t have done that to Estie, no wonder she didn’t like me. It’s all my fault, Byron, just blame me!”

Byron was unmoved, his tone did not even fluctuate. Then do you want to make it up to her?”

Wendy naturally agreed without hesitation. “I’ve always wanted to apologize to Estie properly, but I never had the chance.”

Hearing this, Byron nodded slightly, “In this case, during this time, try to get along well with her. Estie will be at home during this time, and I’ll be busy with work. You can come and see her when you have time.”

This implied that the little girl will be under her care.

Wendy pinched her palm secretly to prove that she was not dreaming.

‘Letting me come to the manor to visit Estie while he was working, wouldn’t that give me the right to enter and leave the manor at any time?’

This was what Wendy had always dreamed of, but she never expected that it would be so easy before her eyes!

“Estie’s emotions may not be stable during this time.”

Byron continued, “Since you have also consulted with a psychiatrist, you should know how to get in touch with her. Don’t be like last time, Estie can’t stand even a little stimulation at all now.”

Wendy nodded repeatedly while listening.

It was not until Byron’s voice stopped that Wendy looked at him in wide- eyed wonder. “Byron, does this mean…you want to resume our engagement?”

Byron frowned and fell silent for a few seconds. Then he nodded. “As long as you can get Estie’s approval.”

“Then…” Wendy pretended to be uneasy.

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