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.”

asking further questions and hurried to

Tilda’s phone

about her child, she quickly pulled out her phone, only to see an

brow creased, suspecting it was just

habit of ignoring calls,

her voice carried a hint

“Who’s this?”

young, childlike voice responded from the

stunned. “Sheldon! Where

louder in her

cheerfully said, “I’m helping you

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