Chapter 609

After Timothy uttered those words, Heath, who was seated in the front passenger seat, was taken

aback.

Timothy had never been fond of children, yet here he was, voluntarily showing concern for the little girl

on the roadside!

Ginger’s eyes sparkled as she approached the car door, her small hand reaching out to open it.

She effortlessly climbed into the car, saying, “Thank you, sir, you’re so kind.”

She obediently folded her small umbrella, even reaching down with her chubby hand to pat the

rainwater off her shoes, making an effort to keep the car interior clean.

Timothy observed Ginger with a stern expression. “Don’t get too comfortable; I’m not a kind person,” he

warned.

After all, he wasn’t particularly fond of children.

Ginger looked up and inquired in a sweet voice, “Hey mister, do you eat kids?”

Timothy found her question rather odd. Typically, he wouldn’t pay attention to such troublesome

children.

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–shaped 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–hearted 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–ups 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–shaped 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–white fingernails gripping his ring finger tightly.

He patiently inquired, “Then where would you like to go?”