Chatper 1787
Chatper 1787
Rosalynn was at the wheel, driving Tilda to the hospital.
Throughout the way, Tilda kept a nervous eye on the road ahead.
Catching a glimpse of Tilda’s worry, Rosalynn inquired, “How old is that boy?”
“Four years old,” Tilda answered, adjusting her glasses.
“Did you ask Elma to check with the hospital’s information desk?
Maybe the security staff there can help find him,” Rosalynn suggested.
Tilda said with a nod, “Yes, | did.”
Noticing her worried expression, Rosalynn refrained from asking further questions and hurried to the hospital. Meanwhile, Tilda’s phone began to ring.
Hoping for news about her child, she quickly pulled out her phone, only to see an unfamiliar number. Tilda’s brow creased, suspecting it was just another sales call.
She wasn’t in the habit of ignoring calls, though.
Yet, when she answered, her voice carried a hint of annoyance.
“Who's this?”
“Tilda.” A young, childlike voice responded from the other end.
Tilda was stunned. “Sheldon! Where are you?”
Her voice grew louder in her excitement.
The childish voice on the phone cheerfully said, “I’m helping you find a boyfriend!”
Tilda was at a loss for words.
What was he up to?
“What did you just say? What are you doing?”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.
Amidst some background noise, a deep, resonant male voice came on the line.
“Hello, is this the boy’s parent? He’s currently in Zone C of the parking lot at Skrix Hospital. Please come and pick him up as soon as possible.”
Hearing this, Tilda’s breath stalled, and her hand held the phone tightly.