Ariella relaxed but felt sick. The mild concussion made her uncomfortable.

Thankfully, her children were fine.

She softened her tone, "Sorry, I was too worried. Jasper, tell the kind-hearted man, I'll wait for you at the entrance of XX Hospital."

"Are you sick, mommy?"

As soon as a hospital was mentioned, anxiety crept onto his little cheeks.

Mia heard it and immediately reached out for the cell phone. Was her mommy trapped in that little box?

In reflex, Ivan grabbed her in case she fell off.

The reply came from the other end, "I'm fine, be good and take care of Mia."

Ariella hung up tiredly, leaned against the bed for a rest, and then got ready to go downstairs.

"Ariella."

Gracie stormed into the ward with a suitcase in tow and frowned, "Why are you walking around? You're injured."

"Aren't you on a business trip?"

"I just got off the plane and received a call from the hospital. I was informed to come here since I'm the only contact on your phone."

Ariella saw her suitcase, realized that Gracie came straight here, and spoke gratefully, "Sorry for the trouble."

"Don't mention it, now lie down; I won't collect your dead body. Why were you so careless?"

Ariella shook her head, "No, I need to pick up my kids."

"You're injured, lie down, I'll pick them up."

Gracie was mad at her friend. Such an accident happened, but Ariella chose to face it alone.

Under her friend's insistence, Ariella had to lie back on the bed and tell Gracie the story.

Meanwhile, the car ran steadily towards the hospital.

"Mamma."

The little girl struggled to grab the phone. No one could stop her.

Ivan gave in, gave her the phone, raised his eyes, and looked at the boy, "Your mommy should be fine."

"I know."

Jasper nodded, sat right next to the big man, and dangled his short legs.

He suddenly looked at the kind-hearted man, "Sir, are you married?"

Huh?

Ivan was confused by his sudden question.

With a straight face, he answered, "No."

"Oh."

A flash of joy crossed Jasper's eyes. Didn't it mean his mommy still had a chance?

If the kind-hearted man were in love with his mommy, he would have a daddy.

Wow, there was still hope.

"Mamma."

Mia played with the phone, failed to find her mother, pouted, and threw it away.

"Hehe." Ivan laughed as he didn't expect the girl to have such a bad temper.

He didn't bother to pick the phone up and failed to notice its vibration when a call came in.

"Sir, how much longer will we be there?"

Jasper was worried about his mommy. Why was she at the hospital?

"Soon."

"Sir, could you visit my mommy with me?"

Ivan agreed without hesitation. In fact, he wanted to meet the irresponsible parent who valued other things over her kids.

"Sir, will I see you again?"

Jasper wanted to make a match between the kind-hearted man and his mommy. The first step was to get his contact information.

Ivan took out a black business card with golden brims, "You can dial my private number."

The assistant's jaw almost dropped. He really wanted to remind his boss that though cute and well-behaved, they were others' kids.

Was it proper to give out his private phone number so generously?

Gael hesitated and chose to zip his mouth in the end. His boss was willing. Who could stop him?

The car slowed down when the hospital was around the corner.

Jasper poked his head out, saw his godmother, and waved his hand, "I'm here."

"Jasper."

Gracie had been waiting outside.

At the sight of the low-key, luxurious Bentley, she exclaimed inwardly. Who was so rich?

Then Jasper's head poked out of the window, and the boy waved at her.

So, the one in the car should be that kind-hearted man.

He was so rich.

When Ivan saw a woman standing outside, his brows furrowed. Was she their mother?

He was about to get off when Gael received a phone call and turned back, "Sir, a call from Pear Garden; Miss Malone wants to see you."

Ivan immediately frowned. Now?

"Sir, it's okay."

Jasper said sensibly, grabbed Mia's hand, and carefully inched his way out of the car.

He turned back and waved his hand, "Goodbye, sir."

"Papa."

The little girl followed her brother to wave her hand but wondered why her 'papa' didn't get out of the car.

Ivan heard them and looked at the kids. The corners of his thin lips curved up gently, "Goodbye."

He raised his eyes, looked at the 'mother,' and put away his smile, "Be a responsible mother."

Gracie was puzzled by his scolding. When she came back to her senses, the car window had rolled up. Still, she could vaguely remember his deep, eagle's eyes. She was really impressed.

What kind of good man did the kids encounter?

He was wealthy and awe-inspiring.

Even though she only saw his side face, she could tell his high status from his vibe.

Gracie hurriedly bent down to pick up the girl and turned to Jasper, "Is he the kind-hearted man?"

"Uh-huh."

Jasper nodded heavily. Pitifully, the kind-hearted man couldn't meet his mommy.

Luckily, he had his phone number and could ask him out.

Gracie took the little ones to the ward. As soon as Jasper saw his mommy lying on the sickbed, the rims of his eyes turned red, "Mommy, what happened?"

"Mamma."

The little girl squirmed anxiously, stomped up, and stretched her neck to see her mother. However, she was too short.

Gracie picked her up and sighed, "Fortunately, they ran into a good man."

Ariella held her kids, felt much better, and kissed them, "I was so worried about you."

She looked up at her friend, "Did you see who brought them back?"

If it weren't for the help of the kind man, she couldn't imagine what would happen to them.

"I didn't see him clearly, but he looked pretty rich."

Gracie sighed. If her friend could find such a rich husband, she wouldn't have to work so hard while caring for her children.

"The kind-hearted man is very nice." Jasper spared no effort to put in good words for Ivan.

"Papa."

The little girl heard their conversation and thought of her tall, gentle, and reliable 'papa.'