“I want to go to the Xanier Ind Grand Hotell”


    Seated in the passenger seat, Heath quickly suggested, “Since she’s headed to the same ce as us.


    why don’t we give her a ride?”


    Yes.


    I promise to behavel” Ginger added eagerly, nodding her head as her pigtails bounced in front of


    Timothy.


    With a stoic expression, Timothy eventually agreed. He turned his gaze toward the misty weather


    outside the window, reminiscent of that rainy day four years ago.


    Since that day, he hadn’t been fond of rainy weather.


    The vehicle continued on its journey, moving at a slow pace.


    Inside the car, a heavy silence hung in the air.


    Shortly after, Timothy felt a tug on his sleeve and heard Ginger’s sweet voice, “Mister, can I ask you


    something?”


    “No,” Timothy replied curtly; he was aware that children were unlikely to behave obediently.


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    “Mister, I want to ask you a grown–up question. Perhaps you don’t want me to ask you the question


    because you’re unsure of the answer. But don’t worry, I won’t judge you.”


    Timothy turned to look at her. “Go ahead, then.”


    He never anticipated being provoked by a child one day. Suddenly, he became somewhat curious.


    What sort of grown–up question did she want to ask?


    “Mister, my mommy says I don’t have a daddy, but all the other kids do. She says it’s because I’m too


    special that I don’t have one. Is that true?”


    Timothy could only deduce from this illogical statement that Ginger must have been raised in a single-


    parent household.


    No wonder she exhibited such boldness, hopping into the car alone and even offering him money for a


    ride!


    He softened slightly. “Is this answer important to you?”


    “Yes, very important! I want to know how I came to be. My mommy says I just popped out from


    between the rocks. But I don’t believe it. Mister, do you know?”


    Timothy found himself at a loss for words.


    His patience was wearing thin. He pursed his lips and replied. “You’ll understand when you’re older.”


    “My mommy told me the same thing. It seems like this question is really difficult. Mister, even you can’t


    answer it!”


    Timothy remained silent, fixing his gaze out the window instead. There was no use in arguing with a


    young child over such matters.


    Ginger knew that she wouldn’t receive the answer she was looking for.


    She sat quietly, asionally ncing at the Apple watch inside her backpack. There were numerous


    missed calls and unread messages waiting for her attention.


    “Ginger, where are you?”


    “If Mom finds out you snuck out, you’re going to be in big trouble.”


    Reluctantly, Ginger replied: “Sage, I’ve already reached the airport and I’m on my way to find Dad.”


    Sage asked: “How did you get there?”


    “Don’t worry, Sage. I met a nice man, and coincidentally, he’s also heading to the hotel where Dad is


    staying.”


    “Send me his license te number.”


    Without hesitation, Ginger obediently shared the car’s te number: “Sage, please keep this between


    us,


    okay? Don’t tell Mom.”


    If Sage failed toply, Ginger would face serious consequences. 1


    After over an hour of driving, the luxury car eventually pulled up outside the Xanier Ind Grand Hotel.


    Despite the heavy rain, the hotel’s auction attracted a sizable crowd, with numerous cars still parked


    outside.


    “Mister, is this the Xanier Ind Grand Hotel?” Ginger asked, leaning against the car window.


    Her eyes widened as she took in the grandeur of the surroundings. “I’ve never seen such a huge hotel


    before.”


    Timothy nced at Ginger beside him and inquired, “What’s your mommy’s phone number?”