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My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 122

Summary for Chapter 122: My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Summary of Chapter 122 from My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball

Chapter 122 marks a crucial moment in Likable’s Marriage novel, My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 122 Finally Come Around 

Rosalie stayed with Estie for almost the entire day.

However, the little girl never responded.

As the skies turned dark, Rosalie knew it was time to leave even though she could not bear to part with the little girl.

“I‘ll come to see you tomorrow. You have to hang in there, alright?” Before leaving, Rosalie hugged Little Estie hard.

The two little boys also stood in line to hug her.

The three were about to leave, but Rosalie felt a tug on her skirt. She was stunned for a moment and looked back in disbelief, only to see that Estie‘s little hands were gripping her skirt. Even so, her eyes were still looking into the distance with no focus.

Byron and Lucas saw what happened inside the room and looked at each other, stunned. They thought Estie had completely closed herself off and stopped responding to the outside world.

They did not expect that she could feel Rosalie Jacobs‘ existence. She even moved to show that she did not want the woman to leave.

Rosalie was so distressed that she could hardly breathe looking at the little girl‘s condition. She stood there for a few seconds, then slowly turned around and walked to the little girl. She squatted down and looked into the little girl‘s eyes. “Estie, you know I‘m here, right?” Estie‘s expression was still blank, but her little hand was holding onto her skirt. Lucian and Nox were worried. They could not help but ask Mommy, “Mommy, can we take our little sister back home with us?” ‘Hmm, take Estie home with us…‘ Rosalie was slightly moved by that thought but hesitantly turned around and looked at the men near the door.

If Estie was willing, she was happy to take care of this little girl. However, she feared this little girl would be inseparable from her father. Byron and Lucas also heard the two little boys. Lucas sternly said, “I think this might work. Estie is already reacting to you, which is a big improvement. If you spend more time together, she‘ll be more likely to recover.” After speaking, Lucas turned to look at Byron. Byron stared at the little hand on Rosalie‘s skirt. He felt a dull ache in his heart, which was almost similar to being hit in the chest by a blunt force trauma.

After a long while, he retracted his gaze and said solemnly, “I‘ll send all of you home. Wait a moment. I‘ll ask Mrs.Zora to pack up some of Estie‘s daily necessities.”

In the end, Byron looked at the person in the backseat through the rearview mirror. His eyes darkened. “Estie has troubled you for the past two days. Thank you for being willing to help her.”

Rosalie lowered her eyes and responded indifferently, “As I said, the child‘s innocent. I‘ll take good care of her.”

After sending them back, Byron did not stay for long. He watched them set up Estie‘s room, said goodnight to Estie, and left. Rosalie felt a little strange as she looked at the new addition to her home. Byron entrusted his daughter to her with such confidence and then left without resistance? However, seeing Estie‘s sullen expression, these thoughts were all thrown out of her mind.

As Byron came out of Rosalie‘s house, his expression hardened. He took out his mobile phone and called Wendy. “Hey, dear. What‘s up?” Wendy’s voice was sickly sweet. She rarely received a call from Byron. She was the one who always initiated contact. She thought that Byron had finally come around. Byron‘s voice was cold. “See you at Legion Lake in half an hour.” After that, he hung up the phone.

 

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