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Reacting instinctively, he stood up and exclaimed, “You little brat, how dare you hit me!”
“Jerk, you don’t even remember my mommy. I don’t want you to be my dad anymore.”
With that, Ginger reached into her backpack and grabbed a spray bottle, pointing it at Caleb and spraying a burst of mist. The sharp smell of pepper spray filled the air.
Caleb cursed quietly. “Oh shit, Tim, help!”
Nonetheless, Timothy remained indifferent. “This is between you two. I have no right to interfere.”
“But, Tim! She’s seriously not my daughter!” Caleb pleaded.
Ginger snorted and marched over to Timothy. “Mister, stay out of this. Just watch how I’m going to teach this jerk a lesson today!”
With that, Ginger retrieved a toy gun from her backpack and began firing pellets at Caleb, each one causing a slight sting upon impact.
Caleb scrambled about frantically, calling out, “Tim, please help me!”
He was convinced this was the most humiliating moment of his life.
Were all kids nowadays this cunning?
As Caleb dodged, Ginger deliberately tossed a mousetrap onto the ground. Caleb accidentally tripped over it and fell, clutching his leg in pain. “What’s all this?”
Looking down at him, Ginger replied, “It’s a mousetrap.”
“How does a little girl have so many weapons? Who allows their child to carry mousetraps?” Caleb couldn’t help but wonder.
Feeling exasperated, he begged, “Tim, please help! Can’t you see I’m nearly getting killed here?”
Timothy, too, was surprised. He hadn’t expected to find so many different kinds of weapons in Ginger’s backpack. Although they were just toy replicas, they still posed a certain level of danger.
However, it was apparent that these items had been tampered with by someone.
Clearly, Ginger’s family was not struggling financially.
Turning back to Caleb, Ginger continued to pull out weapons from her backpack, confidently stating.
Tim, stay out of this. This is between me and this jerk.”
Upon hearing Ginger address him as “Tim,” Timothy instantly perked up.
Ginger showed no restraint, speaking with a remarkably mature tone.
Timothy acted swiftby, grabbing the back of Ginger’s collar to stop her from tormenting Caleb any further.
Ginger’s feet dangled in the air for a moment, unable to touch the ground. She glared at him angrily. “Tim, put me down!”
Timothy turned to Heath and instructed. “Take him to the bathroom and get him cleaned up.”
Despite his initial inclination to step in, Heath hesitated out of fear of becoming Ginger’s next target.
Upon receiving Timothy’s order, he promptly escorted the disheveled Caleb to the bathroom.
Seeing Caleb being led away. Ginger felt a twinge of frustration.
She turned to Timothy, exclaiming. “Tim, put me down first! I want to teach that jerk a lesson!”
Timothy complied, but he confiscated her backpack.
He stood up and peered inside the backpack, hoping to find some information about Ginger’s family.
“Timothy, give me back my backpack!” Ginger cried out, jumping up and down on the floor. Despite her efforts, s she was too short to reach even his thighs.
Frustrated, she climbed onto the sofa, attempting to tiptoe and stretch her chubby little hands to grab her backpack.
But she still couldn’t reach it!
On the verge of tears, Ginger exclaimed, “Tim, you’re being unfair!”
Timothy rummaged through her backpack and eventually found an Apple watch. He gently shook it and remarked, “You could have contacted your family with this, couldn’t you?”
This explained how Ginger had managed to contact him earlier.
At first, Timothy assumed she had a phone, but upon searching, he didn’t find one and nearly.overlooked her Apple watch.
Ginger suddenly became quiet, pouting. “Anyway, my mommy is always busy with work. I’m just a pitiful little soul that nobody cares about. If my mommy finds out that I sneaked out to find my dad, I’ll be in big trouble!”
Looking into Ginger’s teary, big eyes. Timothy realized that he too had been momentarily swayed by her pitiful appearance.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Which one is your mommy’s phone number?”
Ginger lowered her head and remained silent.
“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just dial them one by one,” he threatened.
“Please don’t! I’ll tell you,” Ginger replied, looking somewhat reluctant.
She couldn’t believe Timothy had taken her Apple watch; the thought of him dialing each number was utterly intimidating.
What if he called Uncle Dominic, Uncle Nathan, Uncle Connor, Uncle Claude, Uncle Jason, or Uncle Liam?
She’d be exposed immediately!
Seeing the mischievous Ginger finally behaving, Timothy settled onto the sofa and pulled out his phone, glancing over at her. “So, what’s her phone number?” he asked.
Ginger paused for a moment, contemplating her next move. Nonetheless, Timothy swiftly caught on. “If you give me a fake number again, I’ll have to take you to the police station.”
Reluctantly, Ginger complied and recited her mom’s phone number.
Timothy punched in the numbers, and the caller ID displayed Nord City. Seeing this, he was momentarily taken aback.
“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavailable
Timothy’s brow furrowed as he regarded her. “Unavailable?”
“Mommy’s probably busy with work again, so I took the chance to sneak out,” Ginger explained.
“Don’t you have someone at home looking after you?”
“We’ve got a nanny.” And Sage as well!
Timothy narrowed his gaze. “Are you sure you didn’t give me a fake number?
Ginger raised her little hand and vowed, “No, I didn’t. If I lied, I’d end up with cavities from eating too much candy.”
Timothy was taken aback, finding himself genuinely intrigued by Ginger’s upbringing.
Just then, Caleb stepped out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and grumbling, “I’ve got a question. Doesn’t eating candy always end up causing cavities?”
Ginger rolled her eyes and asserted confidently, “Mommy says if you brush your teeth properly, you won’t get cavities!”
Caleb hobbled out, feeling more wretched than he had ever felt in his life.
As he settled onto the sofa, he fixed a stern gaze on Ginger. “Who sent you here?” he inquired.
“The heavens did!” Ginger shot back.
“What’s your mommy’s name?”
“I already told you. My mommy’s name is Little Fairy.”
After a barrage of inquiries, Caleb felt emotionally drained, placing a hand over his chest. “I can’t believe
I’ve run into you!”
“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me! That’s life’s challenge for you!” Ginger retorted defiantly.
Upon hearing this, Timothy instinctively glanced at Ginger, his eyes settling on her small, round face reminiscent of someone from his past; Mia had uttered those same words once.
A trace of uncertainty flashed in his eyes; Mia had passed away four years ago due to severe bleeding from a miscarriage.
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Nonetheless, Timothy never believed it!
He gazed at Ginger standing before him. “Now that you’ve found the person you were looking for, when do you plan to return?”
Ginger huffed in frustration, declaring, “If I had known he was such a jerk, I wouldn’t have bothered coming.”
Caleb was perplexed.
He felt as though he had chosen the wrong day to leave the house!
Timothy spoke in a composed tone, “Which part of Nord City do you live in? I’ll purchase a plane ticket and arrange for someone to escort you back.”