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.”

Rosalynn refrained from asking further questions and hurried to the

Tilda’s phone began to

child, she quickly pulled out her phone,

brow creased, suspecting it was

wasn’t in the habit

answered, her voice carried a

“Who’s this?”

voice responded

“Sheldon!

voice grew louder in

phone cheerfully said, “I’m helping you find