My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

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, I did.”

expression, Rosalynn refrained from asking further questions and hurried

Tilda’s phone began to

she quickly pulled out her

creased, suspecting it was just another

wasn’t in the habit of ignoring calls,

her voice carried a

“Who’s this?”

A young, childlike voice responded from

stunned. “Sheldon! Where are

grew louder

childish voice on the phone cheerfully said, “I’m helping you find a