Chapter 625

“What? Could Ginger have been abducted?”

Mia’s heart plummeted upon learning of her daughter’s disappearance. “Eva, I’m heading home

immediately.”

“No, it’s unnecessary. Ginger is currently on Xanier Island.”

“That can’t be. I didn’t take her to Xanier Island.”

Eva coughed softly. “Sage mentioned that Ginger wanted to surprise you, so she went to Xanier Island

ahead of time. We couldn’t stop her. By the time I realized, she was already there.”

Mia’s blood pressure soared instantly: she couldn’t fathom that her daughter had secretly fled to Xanier

Island.

The thought of Ginger being in such a chaotic place filled her with dread–what if she had fallen into the

hands of human traffickers?

Struggling to maintain her composure, Mia demanded, “Eva, put Sage on the phone. Is this how he’s

taking care of his sister?”

Eva cleared her throat before responding. “Mia, I’ve already scolded him. Right now, our priority is to

locate Ginger. I’ve sent you her flight information. Let’s focus on finding her first.”

Mia gritted her teeth. “Fine, once I find Ginger, I’ll have a serious talk with those two troublemakers!”

It seemed that these children had been overly pampered, resulting in their unruly behavior.

Even Eva wouldn’t let Mia give Sage a stern lecture.

Upon hanging up the phone, Mia massaged her temples and turned to Wade. “Ginger has arrived at

Xanier Island. She’ll likely head to the Xanier Island Grand Hotel. Please dispatch someone to find her.

we need to locate her as soon as possible.”

“Okay, I’ll get in touch with the lord of Xanier Island, Mr. Kimmel, right away.”

“Wait, hold off on that. I’ve had a conflict with his sister, Lena. If she finds out that my daughter is

missing at the Xanier Island Grand Hotel, she’ll likely try to sabotage it. If Lena gets Ginger, she won’t

return her to me easily.”

After some deliberation, Mia pressed on. “Arrange for someone to report Ginger missing, but keep my

identity concealed.”

“Understood,” Wade replied, swiftly making the necessary arrangements.

Upon hearing that Ginger was missing. Mia felt a wave of numbness wash over her.

She quickly dialed Ginger’s number, knowing that she always wore her Apple Watch when she went

out. Despite multiple attempts, there was no response.

Mia’s agitation intensified. The mere thought of something bad happening to Ginger filled Mia with fear;

she knew she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if it occurred.

On the other end of the line, Ginger felt a pang of guilt as she saw Mia’s incoming call. Despite this,

she couldn’t bring herself to answer it.

Sage had just informed Ginger that Eva already knew Ginger was on Xanier Island.

If Eva knew, then it was likely that Mia was already aware too.

Ginger nervously twiddled her fingers, debating whether to answer the call. But just as she resolved to

do so, her watch screen went black!

She wondered if it was out of battery.

With her watch seemingly dead, Ginger could only wait for Timothy to return so she could contact Mia.

As she waited, a wave of drowsiness washed over Ginger. She realized she hadn’t taken a nap all day.

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Unable to resist, she helped herself to another slice of cake. Before long, she found herself dozing off

on the sofa, her head tilted to the side.

Returning to the hotel suite, Timothy found Ginger fast asleep on the couch, still holding the unfinished

cake.

Timothy couldn’t help but marvel at the scene. Children seemed to have a remarkable ability to fall

asleep so easily.

Shortly after, Caleb entered the room, pushing the door open. “Luna’s staying in my room. It looks like

you and I will be sharing this room for the night.”

“Shh!” Timothy motioned for Caleb to lower his voice, raising a finger to his lips.

It was only then that Caleb noticed Ginger sprawled on the couch. He couldn’t shake the thought of the

woman he had seen earlier who bore an uncanny resemblance to Mia. Was there a connection

between

the two?

Timothy glanced at Caleb and ordered, “Go grab a towel and clean her hands.”

“Why me? Why can’t you do it?”

“She’s your daughter.”

“Come on, Tim, let’s be reasonable. She’s not my daughter.”