After Quincy left, Garry turned around and couldn't see Estella. Gael pointed at the other side with his finger. They saw that Estella bending over the window and quietly looking at Wanda who was lying inside.

As she stared at Wanda, tears fell down her cheeks. Garry hurriedly walked over to her and asked, "Estella, why are you crying?"

Estella wiped her tears and said in a low voice, "Grandpa and Grandma both miss Mommy very much, but they are afraid that Mommy will be scared to see them, so they dare not come over to see her. Mommy is the best mother in the world. She will be fine, won't she?"

"Don't worry. We will all take good care of your mother."

Malia returned to Jace's side. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Jace. I screwed it up."

"It doesn't matter. Quincy is not that easy to deal with in the first place. Let's pack up our luggage and go to J City tomorrow morning. Before we have a firm foothold, we shouldn't have a direct conflict with the Qin family for the time being. Anyway, their good days have just begun. We can take advantage of

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stella would be going for a ride with a handsome man today."

Estella got on the car by herself and sat well. When Gael got on the car too, her eyes began blinking. "Great! I've never been to Daddy's company."

Gael was stunned to hear that. "Why?" At the same time, he fastened the seat belt for Estella.

"I haven't known Daddy for a long time, and I have been with him for a less time, so I didn't have the chance to visit his company. Uncle Gael, can I go around in the company by myself later?"

"No, you can't. A child should look like a child. Wherever you goes, you must be accompanied by an adult." Gael rubbed his nose. It was hard to understand what the child said, but maybe she meant that she and Quincy hadn't known each other for a long time because she was no more than four years old.

He liked Estella from the bottom of his heart. She was such a loving kid. Probably it was because of the education she had received from the beginning and what she had experienced that she was much more sensible than her peers. The more sensible a child was, the more pitiful she was.