That person looks small, so they must be a child. They are not moving, though.
“I'll hang up first. We'll talk at home,” Bailey said briefly.
After ending the call, she hurried over to the corner not far from where she was.
As she drew closer, she could see that the figure she saw from earlier was indeed a child about six to seven years of age.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she touched the boy rolled up in a ball with her foot, and she asked lowly, “Hey, are you still breathing?”
The kid still did not move an inch, so Bailey was about to leave.
I should just mind my own business next time. Why did I even get involved with this child? People might actually think I kidnapped him or something.
“Mommy...” A weak voice sounded from behind just as Bailey walked away.
She froze at that voice. It reminded her of her child, who died prematurely.
Because of what she went through, Bailey found it hard to ignore any child around that age range.
“Get up. I'll bring you with me,” she said again.
When she saw that the boy did not respond again, she sighed and went over to get him, but she was shocked the moment she felt how warm his body was.
He's running a high fever! What are his parents thinking? It's irresponsible of them to just leave a kid in a dark corner all on his own!
“You're lucky to have met me. Otherwise, you'd get brain damage at this rate.”
After speaking, Bailey carried the boy and ran toward the exit.
On that same afternoon, news about Maxton, the child of the Luther family, going missing came under the media's spotlight, taking the whole upper-class society by storm.
Everyone was aghast, for no one in Hallsbay would have the guts to touch the boy.
Maxton was the apple of the eye of the family. He was way more important than all the children in the elite circle combined, so his missing wreaked havoc in the entire circle.
Meanwhile, Bailey was on the fifth floor of a hospital when she saw the missing notice about the child on the TV. She glanced over at the boy on the hospital bed and rubbed her forehead in annoyance.
Look at the mess you've just gotten yourself into, Bailey Jefferson. You should really stop being a busybody.
Earlier, Artemis had hunted her down across the airport, but just as she thought that was the end of the episode, the child she saved turned out to be that man's son.
So, this boy is indeed someone important. His dad's wealth can rival a nation's, and this child will inherit everything from the Luther Group. In essence, he's born with a silver spoon. How I wish my own son could be that lucky.
Bailey felt frustrated thinking about how unfair life was.
“Mommy...” the boy beside her suddenly muttered.
Bailey looked over and smiled at him in resignation. “You'd better not call me 'mommy.' I can't imagine the consequences if anyone hears that. At most, I can be your aunt.”
The boy blinked his eyes and flashed her an innocent smile. “Mommy...” he called again.
Suddenly, the ward door was flung open, and a tall man rushed in under the escort of a few bodyguards in black.
Him again?
Half a year ago, Bailey had hacked an account of a bank in Spaunia and looted three billion worth of money.
Since then, that man had traveled around the world just to get her.
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