Timothy turned to Heath and instructed. “Take him to the bathroom and get him cleaned up.”
Despite his initial inclination to step in, Heath hesitated out of fear of bing Ginger’s next target.
Upon receiving Timothy’s order, he promptly escorted the disheveled Caleb to the bathroom.
Seeing Caleb being led away. Ginger felt a twinge of frustration.
She turned to Timothy, eximing. “Tim, put me down first! I want to teach that jerk a lesson!”
Timothyplied, but he confiscated her backpack.
He stood up and peered inside the backpack, hoping to find some information about Ginger’s family.
“Timothy, give me back my backpack!” Ginger cried out, jumping up and down on the floor. Despite her
efforts, s
she was too short to reach even his thighs.
Frustrated, she climbed onto the sofa, attempting to tiptoe and stretch her chubby little hands to grab
her
backpack.
But she still couldn’t reach it!
On the verge of tears, Ginger eximed, “Tim, you’re being unfair!”
Timothy rummaged through her backpack and eventually found an Apple watch. He gently shook it and
remarked, “You could have contacted your family with this, couldn’t you?”
This exined how Ginger had managed to contact him earlier.
At first, Timothy assumed she had a phone, but upon searching, he didn’t find one and
nearly.overlooked
her Apple watch.
Ginger suddenly became quiet, pouting. “Anyway, my mommy is always busy with work. I’m just a
pitiful little soul that nobody cares about. If my mommy finds out that I sneaked out to find my dad, I’ll
be in big
trouble!”
Looking into Ginger’s teary, big eyes. Timothy realized that he too had been momentarily swayed by
her
pitiful appearance.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “Which one is your mommy’s phone number?”
Ginger lowered her head and remained silent.
“If you won’t tell me, then I’ll just dial them one by one,” he threatened.
“Please don’t! I’ll tell you,” Ginger replied, looking somewhat reluctant.
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She couldn’t believe Timothy had taken her Apple watch; the thought of him dialing each number was
utterly intimidating.
What if he called Uncle Dominic, Uncle Nathan, Uncle Connor, Uncle ude, Uncle Jason, or Uncle
Liam?
She’d be exposed immediately!
Seeing the mischievous Ginger finally behaving, Timothy settled onto the sofa and pulled out his
phone, ncing over at her. “So, what’s her phone number?” he asked.
Ginger paused for a moment, contemting her next move. Nheless, Timothy swiftly caught on. “If
you give me a fake number again, I’ll have to take you to the police station.”
Reluctantly, Gingerplied and recited her mom’s phone number.
Timothy punched in the numbers, and the caller ID disyed Nord City. Seeing this, he was
momentarily
taken aback.
“Sorry, the number you’ve dialed is currently unavable
Timothy’s brow furrowed as he regarded her. “Unavable?”
“Mommy’s probably busy with work again, so I took the chance to sneak out,” Ginger exined.
“Don’t you have someone at home looking after you?”
“We’ve got a nanny.” And Sage as well!
Timothy narrowed his gaze. “Are you sure you didn’t give me a fake number?
Ginger raised her little hand and vowed, “No, I didn’t. If I lied, I’d end up with cavities from eating too
much candy.”
Timothy was taken aback, finding himself genuinely intrigued by Ginger’s upbringing.
Just then, Caleb stepped out of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame and grumbling, “I’ve got a
question. Doesn’t eating candy always end up causing cavities?”