<span style="font-size:22px"><strong>Chapter 608</strong>


    After a while, Timothy finally regained hisposure and turned to Caleb. “Can you help me find out how Mia is doing?”


    As Caleb dialed the number, hisplexion turned pale, his hand trembling so violently that he could barely hold the phone properly.


    Casting a horrified nce at Timothy, he found himself unable to utter a single word.


    Timothy fixed him with a piercing gaze, a sense of dread gnawing at him. “What’s wrong? Speak up,” heurged.


    Sweating profusely, Caleb managed to respond, “The hospital informed us that Mrs. Barrett underwent prematurebor and suffered severe bleeding. Unfortunately, she sumbed toplications from anamniotic fluid embolism…


    Timothy abruptly rose to his feet, his vision darkening. He clutched his head, his eyes brimming with profound despair. “Say that again,” he demanded.


    Caleb was too frightened to utter another word, having never witnessed Timothy’s reaction like thisbefore.


    Without a moment’s hesitation, Timothy rushed to the public hospital, not bothering to grab an umbre.


    He stumbled toward the entrance, his thoughts in chaos. Upon his arrival, he found that the Lane familyhad already departed.


    Caleb promptly sought out a nearby nurse and inquired about Mia’s condition.


    The nurse solemnly replied, “Unfortunately, our patient Mia Bowen has passed away. Her family haspleted the necessary procedures and taken her body.”


    “It can’t be! She couldn’t have passed away!”


    Nheless, the nurse handed him the death certificate, confirming Mia’s demise.


    As Timothy gazed at the document, it felt as though a heavy weight had descended upon him, crushinghis heart irreparably.


    At that moment, he knew that he would never truly recover from the loss….


    Four years bayears had passed since the incident.


    Exiting the VIP channel at Xanler Ind Airport, Timothy exuded confidence, his features now more mature and profound, with a hint of sharpness to his eyebrows.


    As he emerged from the airport, he was met with a dark sky and heavy rain pouring down.


    Observing the gloomy weather, Timothy instinctively frowned, his mood turning somber.


    Heath promptly retrieved arge umbre. Since the incident four years ago, Timothy had harbored a strong aversion to rainy days.


    Four years had gone by, and no one dared to bring up that incident, nor utter Mia’s name.


    Settling into the car, Timothy’s expression remained stern.


    As the door shut, the noise of the rain outside was muted, yet the steady patter of raindrops on the carroof persisted.


    He reclined in his seat, slowly shutting his eyes. “How did the inquiries at the auction proceed?”


    “Mr. Barrett, there will indeed be a stalk of reishi mushroom for sale at the auction, though it’s not listed in the catalog. It’s considered a special item, so few are aware of it.


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    “Everything has been taken care of, Mr. Barrett. Looks like we might hit some traffic with this heavy rain; you should take a moment to rest.”


    Timothy had intended to close his eyes and unwind, but the heavy rain left him inexplicably restless.


    ncing out the window, he spotted a red umbre bobbing in the rain, apanied by a pair of small feet gleefully sshing in roadside puddles.


    As the vehicle slowly passed by, he saw a little girl with braided hair beneath the umbre, her round face stirring something deep within him.


    She bore a striking resemnce to Mia.


    “Stop the car!” Timothy suddenlymanded.


    He turned his gaze back to the road and noticed the little girl walking slowly along the sidewalk.


    Despite the heavy rain, there were no other pedestrians in sight. The girl appeared to be alone, without any adults apanying her.


    Heath turned around in surprise. “Mr. Barrett, is everything alright?”


    Timothy furrowed his brow. “There’s a little girl by the roadside.”


    Heath looked over and Indeed spotted a girl with a red umbre, slowly making her way along. He called out to her, “Hello sweetie, are you alone?”


    Upon hearing his voice, Ginger turned around. Due to her petite stature, she had to crane her neck upward to look at them.


    As Timothyid eyes on Ginger’s face, which bore an uncanny resemnce to Mia’s, his typically stern demeanor softened. His lips tightened as he inquired, “Where are your parents?”