It was already nine o'clock in the evening when he left the hotel.
Byron started the car subconsciously, wanting to return to the hospital.
He was still worried about that little woman, even though Mary was by her bedside.
Just as he drove the car, his cell phone rang.
He looked at the screen. It was Nox.
When Byron saw the little guy's name, he remembered what Yves said in the afternoon. He could not help but feel a little warmth in his heart.
"Daddy, aren't you coming back tonight?" When the call connected, the little boy hurriedly spoke. His voice was full of grievances yet filled with expectations.
Byron could almost picture how aggrieved and desperate the three little ones looked at home.
‘If Rosalie was awake, she would definitely go home to comfort them first.’
Thinking of this, Byron slowed down the car, turned around, and drove towards home. His deep voice was comforting the boy. "Already on my way back. Have you had dinner yet?"
Nox's voice became noticeably happier. "Not yet, we want to eat together when Daddy comes back!"
Byron was moved again. "Alright, Daddy will be home soon."
The little boy’s sweet, naive voice agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Byron raised his eyes and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror.
The man in the mirror had a solemn expression, his eyebrows tightly knit.
At a glance, one could tell that he was in a bad mood.
‘If I go back like this, I'm afraid it will only frighten the three little ones.’
On the way back, Byron glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time to adjust his expression.
When the car stopped at the gate of Lawrence Manor, he had already concealed all the anger on his face and within his heart.
"Daddy!"
The little ones heard rustling outside the door and rushed out to greet him excitedly.
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