No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1775: Daily Life After Marriage (3)

Upon hearing the other person claiming to be her "son," Hannah hung up without hesitation.

But soon enough, the caller redialed.

This time, the child on the other end had prepared to prove the truth of his words by reciting Hannah’s address.

It was not the address of her current residence at Rose Manor, but of an apartment.

This was the place Arnold Simmons had bought for her when she first moved out of school, and very few people knew about it.

Before leaving, her pet, Big Round, bit the hem of her clothes, looking at her with round eyes.

"Going to see Jillian." Hannah bent down to put on her shoes.

Big Round ran to the side and nudged its little nest with its nose, as if trying to express something.

But Hannah didn’t quite understand; she only wanted to find out who was playing a prank on her.

Hannah left the house.

Big Round lay on the windowsill watching her back, then raised its head and howled softly.

Jillian wasn’t home, so there was no one to play with it.

... 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Hannah brought a driver and a bodyguard.

There were two cars in total, and she sat in the front one.

Fir Street is an old street, originally preserved as part of the city’s cultural heritage, unchanged for many years.

The road is narrow, flanked by plane trees, with broad leaves overlapping and overshadowing the already dim sky.

The street is lined with old shops, their signs hanging for decades, selling all kinds of goods.

The further in you go, the narrower the road becomes, so the driver proceeded with caution.

"Stop here, I’ll walk over myself." Hannah said from the back seat, taking out a mask from her pocket and putting it on.

The driver pulled over.

"Do you need the bodyguards to follow you?" the driver asked.

Hannah thought for a moment, just in case, "Have them keep a distance."

"Alright."

The driver called the car behind.

Fir Street is almost at the very end of the street, fewer people, and narrow roads, connecting several intersections.

Hannah followed the numbers on the wall all the way, some signs had peeling paint, and the numbers were hard to make out, even navigation was confused.

Just as she hesitated whether to continue on or turn back, she heard a sharp cry, "Mom!"

Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw a little boy sitting on the tiled base under a plane tree.

The little boy appeared to be five or six years old, neatly dressed in a small uniform, holding an ice cream, looking handsome and adorable, his round eyes lighting up the moment they saw her.

He abandoned his ice cream and jumped off the flowerbed, running towards her.

Hannah was startled and stood still, stunned by the word "Mom."

She didn’t particularly like children.

Frankly, she really didn’t like them.

Children are undeniably cute, but the cuteness is usually someone else’s; occasionally they’re fun, but after a while, it just gets tiring.

The little boy spread his arms, just about to hug her, when he suddenly found himself "getting taller."

"Ah! Put me down! Put me down!"

Two bodyguards lifted him up by each side, his little legs still flailing in the air in protest.

Hannah snapped back to reality and stepped forward to look at him, "Kid, where are the adults from your family?"

She thought maybe the child was lost, possibly someone she knew, otherwise how could this child know her contact details?