My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1918

I wondered if this was how the richest family took care of their six-year-old kid.

As the heir of the richest family, Wynn just standing there was too great a temptation for kidnappers to make a fortune of. I was nonplussed by the fact that there were no bodyguards following him.

I approached him and squatted to talk to him. "Why are you here alone?"

Freya had asked me out on the spur of the moment. Even if Wynn is precocious, there was no way he could have foreseen our shopping plan and waited for me here in advance.

As soon as I finished my words, Wynn, who was more mature than a child of the same age, suddenly pouted and grabbed my little finger while saying piteously, "Mom, I got lost. I'm scared."

I became flummoxed.

I thought to myself, "Kid, you're a child prodigy who used your father's resources to make a clandestine appointment with a stranger. Additionally, your expression had been filled with delight a moment ago, but now, you've started to fishing for sympathy. That's not good!"

"Well, I'm here, and I won't let the bad guys take you away." I had no choice but to stretch out my hand and caressed his hair to reassure him. Afterwards, I took out my phone and asked, "Wynn, tell me your father's phone number."

Once I unlocked my phone, Wynn took it over. "Mom, let me do it. Dad is at work. I can't simply call him. I'd better send a text message to tell the bodyguards about where I am."

The little fellow then used his chubby little hands to operate my phone. Within a minute, the message was sent successfully.

"It's done, mom, Mr. Clark will pick me up later." Wynn handed my phone back to me with a proud expression.

I let out a deep breath, feeling emotionally exhausted.

When he was writing the text, I had seen everything he did clearly. It looked to be a piece of cake for him to key in the mall's address, and he didn't even hesitate when writing the address number. From the looks of it, he did not seem as frightened as he claimed at all.