Chapter 617

Timothy, too, found himself somewhat taken aback as he glanced over, pondering who Ginger’s mother

might be.

Did she bear a resemblance to Mia as well?

Ginger blinked innocently. “My mommy’s name is Little Fairy.”

A moment of silence enveloped the room.

Timothy’s lips curled into a faint smile, Ginger was indeed an unpredictable kid: you never knew what

she would say next.

Feeling exasperated, Caleb pressed on, “I meant your mommy’s actual name.”

“That’s her real name,” Ginger insisted.

Caleb couldn’t help but sigh, casting a glance at Timothy. “What should we do?”

Who in their right mind would choose such an unusual name like “Little Fairy“?

Turning to Ginger, Timothy asked, “Did your mommy tell you to say this?”

Ginger nodded obediently.

Feeling somewhat helpless, Caleb added, “But if you don’t tell me your mommy’s real name, how am I

supposed to find her?”

“But Daddy, don’t you remember mommy?”

Caleb gazed into Ginger’s teary, wide eyes and reluctantly responded. “If you don’t tell me her name. I

won’t be able to remember.”

With a huff, Ginger muttered, “Meanie!”

Furious, she grabbed the half–eaten cake nearby and forcefully smashed it onto Caleb’s face.

Caleb let out a startled shout, his vision obscured by the cake covering his eyes.

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!”