Timmy didn’t immediately answer Ivana. He was conflicted, how should he tell mommy? He didn’t want mommy to take risks because this boss’s target is mommy. Timmy saw the note Wind left for Ian. "I didn’t come home after school." "Mommy doesn’t blame you. Mommy just wants to know, where are you now? Are you safe?" As long as my son is safe, everything else is a small matter. Timmy’s eyes lit up; did brother not tell mommy about his kidnapping? That’s great, he was worried mommy would be concerned! "Mommy, I’m very safe now, don’t worry. I’m together with brother!" Since brother didn’t tell mommy about being kidnapped, it surely means brother hasn’t returned. Timmy was certain that Ian is figuring out a way to rescue him now. This is probably the trust between brothers. "You’re with Ian? Can Timmy give the phone to Ian? Mommy wants to say something to him." Timmy was stunned, then he shouted, "Brother, brother..." He then told Ivana, "Brother has been taken to the room by his grandma." Since brother didn’t tell mommy, Timmy boldly guessed that brother might say they went to the Keane family’s old mansion. Timmy and Leon’s returned conversation matched, Ivana’s furrowed brow slightly eased. Seems she was overthinking; Timmy is very safe now. "Timmy, she’s also your grandma." Leon added a sentence. Ivana didn’t say anything. Timmy is a child. If Mrs. Keane treats Timmy as a grandson, Timmy will see her as grandma. But if Mrs. Keane treats Timmy as an outsider, Timmy will also see her just as an outsider. So, she won’t ask Timmy to call Mrs. Keane grandma. Ivana didn’t interfere, Mrs. Keane is his mother, surely Leon hopes Timmy will call her grandma; this is human nature. Timmy was silent for several seconds, then just replied with this. Hearing this, Leon had no choice but to stop talking, Timmy’s "Mm" blocked other words. Wind brought a freshly squeezed juice in front of Timmy, seeing the little boy gesture "shush," he smiled but didn’t expose the child. After the call ended. Wind sat opposite the little boy, crossed his legs: "Kid, deceiving mommy isn’t good. You might get away with it today, but not tomorrow. Your mommy will find out sooner or later." Timmy picked up the juice and drank it without guard, gulp, gulp, he licked his lips contentedly looking at Wind: "Uncle, what if it were you? Knowing there’s danger, would you let your mommy take risks?" This kid is too clever, what he says completely surpasses his age, Wind felt he couldn’t compete with this child. Wind shrugged, speaking honestly: "Alright! I wouldn’t. You’re doing the right thing." Thinking back, he felt something was off. Wind continued: "Actually, the boss likes your mommy. If she comes, he wouldn’t hurt her. I think..." Timmy suddenly laughed, a childish laugh filled with mockery: "Like? You like someone and kidnap her child? If this is what you call ’like,’ I think... it’s really perverted." Timmy didn’t speak, Wind didn’t feel anything strange. But once the little boy spoke, he suddenly felt it made very much sense, what is this craziness? Wind shook his head, no way, how could the boss be a pervert? The boss definitely isn’t. The boss just hasn’t realized his feelings yet. Richie didn’t know that Timmy and Wind’s chat would lead to him being thought of as a pervert. Richie bought beef back, rolled up his sleeves, sliced the beef, washed it clean, and started making fried rice. After a while, a plate of fragrant beef fried rice was ready. When it was brought to Timmy. Wind, Thunder, and Flash were almost drooling. "Wow~ smells so good! Uncle Richie, your beef fried rice is awesome, the taste must be amazing." Hearing the little boy’s praise, Richie proudly lifted his chin. "Boss... do I get some?" asked Thunder. "Boss... I’m so hungry." said Wind. "Boss... I want to eat too." said Flash. Richie said unceremoniously. The three surrounded Timmy, staring at him eagerly, making Timmy feel embarrassed. He held the spoon, feeding each of them one bite. The three didn’t refuse, stretching their necks like children, opening their mouths to receive the "reward" into their stomachs. The three shamelessly wanted more. Richie got angry, grabbed a porcelain piece from the table, not caring if it’s a valuable item, and was about to throw it at the few. The three ran away quickly. Richie noticed the little boy staring up at him, so he put down the porcelain piece and said to the child: "Uncle made it for you, eat by yourself next time, don’t feed them." After pausing: "It’s not like they don’t have hands." Seeing Timmy being so obedient calmed Richie’s anger. Richie took Timmy for a bath. Flash ran over anxiously: "Bad news, Boss, they’ve repaired the kindergarten video, found our address already, Leon will soon come here, it’s not good to stay here long." Who did Leon hire, defeating him? He’s on the top hackers list internationally! Richie gave Flash a "useless" look, then headed to the bathroom as Timmy was halfway through his bath. Get full chapters from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 He grabbed a towel, wrapping up Timmy. "Uncle, I’m not done yet." "Finish in a new place." Timmy looked confused, Richie’s face darkened, not daring to explain what happened to the little boy. Just as Richie carried Timmy out of the bathroom, his phone rang. The caller ID displayed an unknown number. Richie hesitated for a few seconds and answered: "Who?" A little boy’s voice came through the phone. "Ian Keane, did you kidnap my brother?" Richie was completely stunned, not expecting it to be Ian Keane calling, that child is six, right? Same age as Timmy, how did he get his phone? Richie’s mind flashed a crazy idea, could it be Leon and Ivana still don’t know about Timmy’s kidnapping? Did Ian fix the video, finding his address? This thought was insane. Richie couldn’t believe this came from a six-year-old. "Since you know, Ivana should come. Only Ivana can save your brother, while you... don’t have the capability to rescue him from me." Richie paused, slightly bewildered by Ian’s call. Today’s children, their minds are this mature? Even adults can’t guess. "Hmm? What do you want to do then?" Ian’s reply was decisive.