Chapter 611

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.

Ginger recited a sequence of numbers. However, upon Heath dialing the number, it produced a busy

tone, indicating that the phone was switched off.

Turning to Timothy, Heath asked, “It’s turned off. What should we do?”

Timothy, too, was at a loss. He gazed at Ginger seated beside him and asked, “What’s your mom’s

name? We can ask the hotel staff to assist us in locating her room.”

Ginger wiggled her small feet, her large dark eyes darting around. “Mister, my mommy works here at

the

hotel. I know how to find her. Goodbye, Mister!”

This time, Ginger had ventured out to find her dad without her mom’s knowledge.

Consequently, she had no intention to reveal her mom’s name, especially since her mom wasn’t

present.

With her chubby little hand, Ginger opened the car door and hurriedly made her way toward the hotel,

her

steps unsteady.

Timothy glanced at her briefly before turning his attention away, preparing to head to the underground

parking lot. He shut his eyes for a short rest.

“Mr. Barrett, it’s not safe for such a young child to go find her mother alone, especially in a place like

Xanier Island where there are all sorts of people. What if she encounters someone with malicious

intentions and ends up in trouble?”

Frustrated, Timothy opened his eyes. “Why don’t you consider a career switch and become a nanny?”

Nonetheless, Timothy’s attention was drawn to the red umbrella lying beside him, forgotten by Ginger.

He rubbed his temples in frustration. “Stop the car!”

Initially, he had no time to spare for taking care of Ginger, let alone locating her mother.

However, Ginger’s face, strikingly similar to someone from his past, continued to haunt his thoughts,

making it hard for him to stay composed.

As the car came to a halt. Timothy swiftly retrieved the red umbrella and strode toward the hotel

entrance.

Heath hurriedly followed suit; he was aware that Timothy wouldn’t simply abandon Ginger in such a

situation.

Upon stepping into the hotel lobby, Timothy scanned the area swiftly but found no sign of Ginger.

His brow creased. Where had she disappeared to?

How could she vanish without a trace so quickly?

Heath wasted no time and approached a nearby hotel staff “Have you seen a young girl, around

three or four years old, entering the hotel alone? She has pigtail braids and is carrying a small

backpack.”

The staff member shook their head. “Today we had many guests, including several with children who

were dressed similarly to her. We didn’t pay much attention. Could it be that this gentleman’s child got

lost?”

Timothy’s lips tightened coldly. “No.”

The staff member appeared puzzled, prompting Heath to quickly clarify, “She’s not Mr. Barrett’s child,

but we’re acquainted with her. Can you please check the surveillance footage?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we can’t access the hotel’s surveillance footage casually; we don’t have the authority

to do so.”