Ginger looked up at him, her smile radiant. “Mister, you’re such a kind person.”


    “Why did they kidnap you? What does your mother do?” Timothy inquired, his eyes narrowing.


    He was aware that the staff at the Xanier Ind Grand Hotel wouldn’t simply abduct a child without


    reason; there must have been something suspicious going on.


    Ginger nervously nced down, swaying her bare feet. “I don’t know why they took me.”


    “Be honest with me!”


    Timothy sensed immediately that she was trying to divert the conversation. He calmly stated, “I don’t


    like it when people lie.”


    Ginger sulked as she replied, “I asked the hotel staff about my dad’s room. They said they’d take me to


    him, but instead, they tried to lock me up secretly.”


    Timothy furrowed his brows. “Weren’t you looking for your mom?”


    Ginger looked at him with teary eyes, wearing a guilty expression. “I’m sorry, mister. I lied.”


    Timothy sighed softly, unable to forget Ginger’s earlierment in the car about having only a mother


    and no father.


    Considering this, his heart softened further. “Give me your mom’s phone number.”


    With that, Timothy reached for his phone, realizing Ginger must have given him a fake number earlier.


    Approaching timidly, Ginger sat near him, nervously sping her hands together. “Mister, I want to find


    my dad!”


    “You don’t need to worry about these adult matters,” Timothy reassured her.


    He found it puzzling why Ginger’s parents, despite their strained rtionship, hadn’t bothered to


    If Timothy hadn’t met her today, who knows what danger she might have faced.


    Feeling anxious, Ginger grasped his hand and pleaded in a sweet voice. “Mister, if my mommy finds


    out,


    I’ll definitely get into trouble. She looks very scary when she’s angry.”


    “Why did you decide to sneak out then?”


    “I just want to see my dad once, then I’ll sneak back so Mommy won’t find out.”


    Looking into herrge, watery eyes, Timothy eventually relented. “Are you sure your dad is in this


    hotel?”


    “I’m positive. Mommy said it hersell!”


    Timothy reclined on the sofa. “Then why would the hotel staff kidnap you when you asked about your


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    dad?”


    I’m hot sure either. I’m a very well–mannered and polite girl.”


    Timothy couldn’t help but frown. It seemed the issue might involve Ginger’s father. Could he be


    involved in gambling, or perhaps engaged in illegal activities?


    Timothy nced at Ginger, “Do you know what your father does?”


    “He’s a businessman!”


    It seemed likely that his business dealings were shady!


    Bing impatient, Timothy asked straightaway, “What’s your father’s name?”


    He nned to have someone find him.


    Ginger quickly replied, “His name is Caleb!”


    Upon hearing that name, Timothy’s usuallyposed demeanor turned uneasy.


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    In disbelief, he asked again, “What did you say his name was?”


    Perhaps their names sounded simr.


    “It’s Caleb! With a C. Ginger confirmed.


    Timothy nearly crushed the cup in his hand. Caleb with a C?


    Could it be that Ginger was Caleb’s daughter?


    Suddenly, a hint of jealousy red in Timothy’s heart. Why did Caleb have such an adorable daughter?


    And she bore such a striking resemnce to Mia!


    Timothy wasted no time dialing Caleb’s number. “Come to my room immediately!”