We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Oliver’s POV

After Mommy left for investment this morning, I went to the ice cream shop to meet Aiden. He planned to take me home, but I wasn’t having it. I grabbed the check from his hand and escaped with Hunter’s help. I knew Aiden’s bodyguards wouldn’t dare touch me.

Hunter then helped me track Mommy’s phone because she seemed worried during a call. He didn’t want me to follow, but he can’t resist my puppy dog eyes,

Getting into the building was easy since Hunter handled the security guards.

When Mommy was taken into an office, I felt uneasy. I had Hunter break down the door. Those guys were trying to hurt her, so I used my slingshot. Things got messy when more guards arrived, so I covered Mommy’s eyes while Hunter dealt with them. Seeing Hunter would ruin my secret mission.

As we left Wright Creatives, I squeezed Mommy’s hand, relieved to feel the cool breeze. The glass doors whooshed shut behind us, and I was glad to be away from those people.

“Ollie,” she said, kneeling to meet my eyes on the sidewalk. “What happened back there? Why are you here?”

My heart raced. I needed a quick answer. “I… I have a cousin working security here. He knows you’re my mom and warned me about the Wrights‘ plan. He

helped with the guards.”

Mommy narrowed her eyes, looking at me suspiciously. “And where did you get that check?”

“That’s just my allowance. Daddy gives me money every year to learn about finance,” I tried to sound casual.

“Eight million dollars… as an allowance?” Her eyes got really big, and her voice sounded funny.

“Mm–hmm,” I nodded, fidgeting with my dinosaur backpack strap. “For school fees, play time, and… stuff.”

Mommy looked confused. “That’s more than most people make in a lifetime,” she finally said.

“Daddy says money is just paper if you don’t know how to use it properly,” I answered, repeating what I’d heard him say a million times on his boring

business calls.

As we walked through a busy plaza with lots of people in suits like Daddy wears, my heart nearly stopped. There, standing near a coffee shop, was Henderson–Addie’s assistant. He was looking right at me! I had to think fast.

“Mommy,” I said quickly, pulling her hand. ‘I need to use the bathroom. Right there.” I pointed to the restroom sign across the way.

‘Do you want me to come with you?” she asked, looking worried.

‘No, I’m a big boy now,” I insisted, trying to stand taller. “You can wait on that bench over there.”

She hesitated before nodding. “Alright, but don’t take too long.”

I gave her a quick hug, then rushed toward the bathrooms. As soon as I was sure she couldn’t see me, I snuck around to the side entrance and ran straight

to Henderson.

“Young Master Oliver,” Henderson said quietly, looking as stiff as always. “Master Aiden has tracked your location.”

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“How?” I demanded, feeling annoyed. ‘I turned off my phone!”

“Your watch has a tracking function,” Henderson explained, pointing to my wrist. “Master Aiden used it to locate you.”

I pressed my lips together, feeling trapped. ‘I’m not going back.”

“Master Aiden is already here,” Henderson told me, his voice getting a little softer.

My mind flashed back to dinner two weeks ago–I’d drawn a really good cat, but Daddy didn’t even look at it. He was too busy talking to Aiden about boring business stuff. It made my chest feel tight, like when I can’t breathe right.

‘I don’t care,” I declared, crossing my arms.

“Oliver.

1 froze at the sound of that voice. Turning around, I saw Addie walking toward us. Even though he’s only six like me, he walks like Daddy and wears mini

business clothes that make him look important. People even moved out of his way!

“You’ve been gone for almost a week,” Addie said, staring at me with his serious blue eyes.

“So?” I challenged, lifting my chin. “Nobody needs me at home anyway.”

*Father has requested your immediate return,” he replied in his grown–up voice.

“I’m not going back,” I insisted, getting louder. “I found someone who actually cares about me. Addie, please… just help me stay with her a little longer. I’ll

give you a big surprise later.”

Addie’s face didn’t change much, but I know my brother–something flickered in his eyes when I begged.

“Ollie? Are you okay?”

My heart jumped when I heard Mommy’s worried voice. She was looking for me!

“Mommy!” I called out, quickly sneaking back through the bathroom’s side door and emerging from the main entrance, running toward her as fast as my legs

could carry me. I felt relieved she hadn’t spotted me with Aiden.

Aiden’s POV

“Ollie? Are you okay?”

A woman’s voice, laced with genuine concern, cut through our conversation. I turned sharply toward the source, immediately recognizing her–the designer from the exhibition, the one whose minimalist concept had momentarily captured my attention with its elegant efficiency.

“Mommy!” Oliver called out, abandoning our conversation to race toward her.

I stood motionless, an unexpected sensation spreading through my chest as I observed their interaction. Oliver grabbed her hand with uncharacteristic . eagerness, his entire demeanor transformed by what appeared to be authentic joy. The term “Mommy” echoed in my mind, connecting with the mysterious

voice from Oliver’s secretive call.

The woman—slender, with dark hair caught in the afternoon sunlight–looked toward me with clear concern in her eyes. Her protective stance toward Oliver

was unmistakable.

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We should go now, Oliver was saying, tugging her hand with surprising determination. “I’m all done.”

I remained where I stood, watching them disappear into the crowd. Henderson quietly took position beside me, awaiting instruction.

“Should we follow them, Master Aiden?”

I didn’t immediately respond, my attention fixed on their retreating figures. What struck me most was not Oliver’s predictable attempt at escape, but the natural way they moved together–the woman adjusting her pace to match his shorter stride, her hand holding his with gentle firmness rather than the awkward distance that characterized our nanny’s interactions with us.

Something unfamiliar and uncomfortable twisted in my chest. Oliver had found something I’d never experienced–someone who appeared to care for him without obligation or agenda. The woman’s concern seemed authentic, her protective gestures instinctive rather than performed.

“Yes, I finally answered Henderson, ensuring my voice revealed none of my internal discord. “But maintain distance. I need to understand more about this…

situation.

As I began walking in the direction they’d gone, questions multiplied in my mind. Was this woman who had somehow earned Oliver’s complete devotion our mom? How had Oliver found her? And why did observing their interaction awaken something long dormant within me–something that felt disconcertingly like longing?

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