Chapter 917

Caleb decided to be direct, hoping to catch Ginger off guard.

After all, it was easy to deceive children with just a few words.

Upon hearing Caleb's question, Timothy grew somewhat uneasy. Why

couldn't Caleb be more subtle?

Since the phone was on speaker, Timothy could hear Ginger's voice on

the other end as well.

Just then, Ginger's sweet, childish voice came through, "I'm not sick,

you're the one who's sick!"

Caleb's expression shifted to one of surprise, and he shot a glance at

Timothy. Could it be that Timothy's suspicion was correct?

Timothy silently signaled with his eyes for Caleb to continue asking.

Clearing his throat, Caleb pressed on, "Ginger, if you're not ill, why did

your mom ask for bone marrow donations last time?"

There was a pause on the phone before Ginger replied, "To help me

get well, obviously."

"Ginger, don't play games. You just admitted you're not sick. I know the

secret between you and your mom."

Ginger was momentarily caught off guard, feeling a bit flustered.

However, she quickly regained her composure and responded

seriously, "Are you silly? Mommy told me that I'm all better now, so I'm

not sick anymore."

Caleb was taken aback. It made sense when she explained it that way.

He prodded, "Ginger, it wouldn't be fun if you put it like that."

"Well then, let me share something interesting.”

Glancing at Timothy, Caleb asked, "What's this fascinating topic?"

“I'm actually an alien,” Ginger said while stifling a giggle.

An alien?

Caleb was baffled by Ginger's claim. "Ginger, how did you become an

alien?"

"Because I am one! That's why I got better so fast. But don't tell Daddy.

He doesn't know Mommy and I are aliens.”

Caleb was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

A wry smile formed on Timothy's lips as he listened to Ginger's

imaginative explanation.

Eventually, Caleb ended the call, feeling thoroughly puzzled. "I thought

I was making progress. Do you reckon what Ginger said was true or

false?"

Timothy remained composed. "What do you think?"

Turning to Heath, Caleb inquired, "What's your perspective on this?

Kids typically don't lie, do they?"

Heath replied earnestly, "It's commonly understood that children don't

usually lie, but they do have a tendency to make things up.”

Upon hearing the words "make things up,” Caleb fell silent.

Indeed, Ginger had gone as far as claiming she was an alien.

With Ginger's serious demeanor, Heath might have almost believed her

if the idea hadn't seemed so far-fetched.

It became evident that from the moment Caleb questioned Ginger's

illness, none of her claims were trustworthy.

Caleb held his head in frustration. "Why do I feel like I've done

something stupid?

He couldn't believe he had taken a child's words seriously and even

tried to pry the truth out of her.

In the end, Caleb realized he had been played for a fool.

What made it worse was that he had initially believed Ginger's claims.

Timothy couldn't help but sarcastically quip, “Well, now you know."

Unbeknownst to Caleb, Timothy had also briefly entertained the

possibility of Ginger's claim.

Observing from nearby, Heath's expression grew increasingly

perplexed.

Timothy and Caleb were prominent figures in Bern City, renowned for

their strategic brilliance and decisive leadership in the business arena.

Yet here they were, attempting to test a three-year-old!

Heath certainly couldn't comprehend the rationale behind their actions.

After disconnecting her Apple Watch, Ginger's demeanor shifted to one

of concern. "Sage, what should I do? Did I make a mistake?"

Sage responded with an aloof expression, "You're so stupid.”

Tears welled up in Ginger's eyes as she protested, "Sage, I'm not

stupid.”

Feeling disheartened, Ginger leaned closer to Sage and asked, "Sage,

I didn't let anything slip, did 1?"