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However, those sincere almond eyes gazing at him made it difficult for him to ignore her. Eventually, Timothy pursed his lips and replied coldly, “No, I don’t.”
“Then I can relax,” Ginger replied, breathing a sigh of relief and patting her little chest.
She then lowered her head, her braided pigtails swaying gently in the air as she searched through her backpack.
Timothy patiently observed Ginger beside him. She retrieved a crumpled old bill and placed it firmly into his hand, declaring confidently, “Hey mister, let’s carpool together, I won’t leave you shortchanged!”
She had waited by the roadside for what felt like an eternity, and this was the only car that had stopped.
It t was an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss.
Her mom always advised her that if there was no opportunity, she had to create one herself.
However, she also cautioned her not to take advantage of others!
Timothy glanced down at the crumpled bill in his hand Her small hands rested on his palm, together not even half the size of his hand.
It felt a bit peculiar to him.
Timothy responded with a stoic expression, “This isn’t a taxi!”
Upon hearing this, Ginger froze for a moment. She lowered her head again and retrieved a handful of coins from her small backpack.
Her round face displayed a hint of reluctance as she pleaded, “Sir, don’t be so stingy. Let’s hitch a ride, I promise I won’t make any noise. I’ll behave, okay?”
Timothy glanced once more at her almond¨Cshaped eyes, then nudged the passenger seat, saying.”
You’ve got three minutes. Look for her family.”
Seated in the passenger seat, Heath could only sigh quietly. He knew Timothy couldn’t suddenly become so kind¨Chearted toward children. Indeed, his patience lasted only a few seconds.
Unable to resist, Heath turned his head, stealing a glance at Ginger sitting quietly in the back seat. As
Heath got a clear view of her face, he finally understood why Timothy was showing kindness.
Ginger’s face bore a striking resemblance to Mia, who had passed away.
“Hav sweetie, do you have your parents¡® contact information? Were you separated from them at the airport?”
It seemed that contacting the police was the only viable option at this point.
Ginger answered sincerely. “Mister, my mommy is on a business trip. There are no grown¨Cups at home.”
Timothy furrowed his brow. “Turn the car around. We’re heading back to the airport.”
Given that Ginger was found near the airport, returning her there seemed like the most sensible option.
“Mister, I really don’t want to go back to the airport!” Ginger protested.
Her small hand clung tightly to Timothy’s finger, tears forming in her almond¨Cshaped eyes. It seemed she was on the verge of crying.
“Mister, you’re so handsome, you wouldn’t leave a cute kid like me stranded on the roadside, would you?”
Although Timothy wasn’t accustomed to physical contact, he couldn’t help but notice Ginger’s delicate pinkish¨Cwhite fingernails gripping his ring finger tightly.
He patiently inquired, “Then where would you like to go?”
“I want to go to the Xanier Island Grand Hotell”
Seated in the passenger seat, Heath quickly suggested, “Since she’s headed to the same place as us. why don’t we give her a ride?”
Yes.
I promise to behavel” Ginger added eagerly, nodding her head as her pigtails bounced in front of
Timothy.
With a stoic expression, Timothy eventually agreed. He turned his gaze toward the misty weather outside the window, reminiscent of that rainy day four years ago.
Since that day, he hadn’t been fond of rainy weather.
The vehicle continued on its journey, moving at a slow pace.
Inside the car, a heavy silence hung in the air.
Shortly after, Timothy felt a tug on his sleeve and heard Ginger’s sweet voice, “Mister, can I ask you something?”
“No,” Timothy replied curtly; he was aware that children were unlikely to behave obediently.
“Mister, I want to ask you a grown¨Cup question. Perhaps you don’t want me to ask you the question because you’re unsure of the answer. But don’t worry, I won’t judge you.”
Timothy turned to look at her. “Go ahead, then.”
He never anticipated being provoked by a child one day. Suddenly, he became somewhat curious. What sort of grown¨Cup question did she want to ask?
“Mister, my mommy says I don’t have a daddy, but all the other kids do. She says it’s because I’m too special that I don’t have one. Is that true?”
Timothy could only deduce from this illogical statement that Ginger must have been raised in a single-
parent household.
No wonder she exhibited such boldness, hopping into the car alone and even offering him money for a ride!
He softened slightly. “Is this answer important to you?”
“Yes, very important! I want to know how I came to be. My mommy says I just popped out from between the rocks. But I don’t believe it. Mister, do you know?”
Timothy found himself at a loss for words.
His patience was wearing thin. He pursed his lips and replied. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”
“My mommy told me the same thing. It seems like this question is really difficult. Mister, even you can’t answer it!”
Timothy remained silent, fixing his gaze out the window instead. There was no use in arguing with a young child over such matters.
Ginger knew that she wouldn’t receive the answer she was looking for.
She sat quietly, occasionally glancing at the Apple watch inside her backpack. There were numerous missed calls and unread messages waiting for her attention.
“Ginger, where are you?”
“If Mom finds out you snuck out, you’re going to be in big trouble.”
Reluctantly, Ginger replied: “Sage, I’ve already reached the airport and I’m on my way to find Dad.”
Sage asked: “How did you get there?”
“Don’t worry, Sage. I met a nice man, and coincidentally, he’s also heading to the hotel where Dad is staying.”
“Send me his license plate number.”
Without hesitation, Ginger obediently shared the car’s plate number: “Sage, please keep this between us, okay? Don’t tell Mom.”
If Sage failed to comply, Ginger would face serious consequences. 1
After over an hour of driving, the luxury car eventually pulled up outside the Xanier Island Grand Hotel.
Despite the heavy rain, the hotel’s auction attracted a sizable crowd, with numerous cars still parked outside.
“Mister, is this the Xanier Island Grand Hotel?” Ginger asked, leaning against the car window.
Her eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of the surroundings. “I’ve never seen such a huge hotel before.”
Timothy glanced at Ginger beside him and inquired, “What’s your mommy’s phone number?”
Timothy had never imagined finding himself in a scenario where he’d be escorting a young child from the airport to a hotel.
He certainly wouldn’t confess that his decision was swayed by the child’s resemblance to someone else.
Ginger turned her head toward him. “Mister, are you interested in my mommy too?”
Timothy raised an eyebrow. “You’re thinking too much.”
“Mister, my mommy is really pretty, and many people try to win her over. But Mister, you seem nice. I could ask my mom to let you skip the line.”
Timothy’s patience reached its limit. He glanced at Heath. “You handle this.”
After a all he had no interest in Ginger’s mother whatsoever.
He was simply prompted by Ginger’s familiar appearance, compelling him to perform a small act of kindness.
Heath swiftly interjected from the passenger seat, saying, “Hey there, sweetie. Mr. Barrett simply wants to reach out to your mom to arrange for her to pick you up.
“We just want to ensure your safety, considering we’re the ones who brought you here from the airport.
