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Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

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Chapter 613

Tears trickled down Timothy's hand as Ginger found solace in his arms, weeping profusely.

He couldn’t fathom the source of her abundant tears.

She appeared to be quite the sensitive little one!

Ginger’s cries were gentle, almost like a whimper. Although Timothy usually couldn't tolerate children crying, he

found his heart melting at the sight of Ginger’s tears.

Timothy stood still, tenderly holding Ginger. As a person who usually kept to himself, he felt as though he had

ventured into unfamiliar territory. After all, he had never comforted a child before.

A tension settled over the atmosphere.

Turning to Matthew, Timothy inquired, “Could you please explain what is happening here?”

“Mr. Barrett, we're not entirely sure either. It’s quite surprising that a child like her managed to wander off and

hide in this place. Our staff searched the vicinity but couldn't locate her.”

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Timothy's lips tightened. “But she claimed someone was trying to kidnap her.”

“Mr. Barrett, that’s simply not the case. Why would our hotel staff have any motive to kidnap a child? She likely

becfrightened by our staff and mistakenly believed they were attempting to take her away.”

Timothy shifted his gaze to the tearful Ginger in his arms. “Do you remember who was trying to take you away?

Can you describe what they looked like?”

Ginger’s crying eventually stopped, and she wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, her

eyelashes clumped together with remnants of tears.

With red, puffy eyes, Ginger cast a pitiful gaze at Timothy. “I couldn't see clearly, but they were dressed

like him.”

Upon hearing this, Timothy shot a cold glance at Matthew. “You better provide a plausible explanation.”

“Mr. Barrett, this is all just a misunderstanding. Our intention wasn’t to kidnap her; we were simply trying

to locate her. After all, children her age can get scared and say things that aren't true.”

“I'm not lying!” Ginger protested, feeling increasingly aggrieved. “Please, mister, you have to believe me.”

Timothy gazed at her. “I do believe you.”

Just then, a striking woman named Lena Kimmel approached. “What's happening? | heard a child went

missing.”

Matthew replied respectfully, “Yes, Ms. Kimmel, a child did go missing. However, she claimed that someone from

our hotel was trying to abduct her. How could that be possible?”

Lena nodded, casting a glance at Ginger nestled in Timothy's arms. She smiled and stated, “Mr. Barrett, as

Matthew mentioned, there’s no motive for our staff to kidnap a young girl.

Timothy realized he wouldn't get any answers at the moment. He simply walked away, carrying Ginger in

his arms.

Once they were gone. Lena’s demeanor shifted.

“What a bunch of dingbats! You can’t even kidnap a little child. What good are you all?” she berated.

“Ms. Kimmel, none of us anticipated this little girl would be so cunning. She seemed compliant at first. but in the

blink of an eye, she disappeared and even managed to hide in a coffin. Who could have predicted that?”

“How incompetent! Besides, what's the connection between this girl and Timothy?”

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“I'm not entirely sure, perhaps they arrived together,”

“Where's Caleb?”

With that, Lena turned and headed toward the basement.

Matthew wiped the sweat from his forehead, surprised they'd been outsmarted by a little girl. Despite their

tireless search, they couldn't apprehend her.

Nonetheless, he couldn't understand why they needed to catch that little girl.

Meanwhile, Timothy escorted Ginger back to his room.

He settled her on the sofa and gazed down at her. “Were you scared?”

Ginger shook her head adamantly. “I wasn’t!”

Despite her confident assertion, her voice trembled with emotion, and tears shimmered on her eyelashes.

She was quite the tough little crybaby.

Timothy felt somewhat helpless. “How did you get my phone number?”

“Mister, | found your business card in the car.”