<b>Chapter </b>527


    N wanted to decline, but with the car already in motion, any further refusal would seem suspicious.


    She reluctantly fastened her seatbelt, feeling tense throughout the 30–minute ride. She had hoped <i>to </i>limit her interaction with Damon, but things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction.


    When the car finally stopped at the hospital, N felt as though she could breathe again. She quickly stepped out, saying, “Thank you, Mr. Sumner, and thank you, Mr. Fleming.”


    Luca smiled warmly. “You’re wee, Ms. Kinsey.” This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    N hurried to the emergency area, searching for Mason.


    After a short while, she found him sitting on a hospital bed with a bandage on his forehead, still oozing a little blood. She rushed over, worried.


    “Buddy, are you okay?” she asked.


    Mason pouted but managed not to cry when he saw her. “Mom, I’m fine. I didn’t cry today. The nurse said I was really brave.”


    “You were very brave, Buddy. Good job!” N praised, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.


    Turning to the nanny beside them, she asked, “Pauline, how did Buddy hurt his head?”


    Pauline Clyne shook her head, looking guilty. “Ms. Kinsey, I was cooking in the kitchen, and Buddy was ying with his toys in the living room. I didn’t see how it happened. He came up to me, tugging at my clothes, and when I turned around, I saw his face covered in blood–I nearly fainted… I’m so sorry. It’s my fault for not watching him properly.”


    N looked at Mason. “Buddy, do you remember how you hurt your head?”


    Mason nodded. “I was ying in the living room, and I identally stepped on a toy, slipped, and hit the


    floor.”


    “Okay, I see,” N replied.


    The living room was equipped with security cameras, allowing her to check the footageter to confirm what had happened.


    “Pauline, you should go home for today. You’ve had a scare too. I’ll take care of Buddy from here,” N said, dismissing her.


    “Alright, Ms. Kinsey. I’ve already prepped most of the dinner ingredients, so you just need to cook them when you get back,” Pauline replied.


    “Thank you,” N said, then carried Mason out of the hospital and hailed a cab to go home.


    During the ride, Mason fell asleep, his small face still stained with bits of dried blood. N’s heart ached as she looked at him.


    Once they arrived home, she gentlyid him on the bed, wiped his face clean with a damp cloth, and tucked him in. Then, she headed to the living room to check the security footage.


    After confirming that Mason had indeed tripped over his toy, she finally rxed.


    Back in Damon’s car, Luca couldn’t hold back any longer. “Mr. Sumner, Spencer sent me a message earlier today asking about Ms. Kinsey.”


    Damon, who had been reading a document<b>, </b>paused with a slight frown. “Why is he asking about her?”


    “Ms. Kinsey’s seminar at the branch was recorded and shared in thepany chat group. Spencer saw it and got curious. He probably thought Ms. Kinsey was beautiful and asked about her casually,” Luca exined.


    Damon closed his file, narrowing his eyes slightly?


    Spencer wasn’t the type to be interested in women like that. <i>If </i>he was asking, there must be a reason.


    Still, Damon wasn’t particrly concerned. He didn’t interfere in subordinates‘ personal lives as long as they did their jobs.


    Suddenly, his phone buzzed.


    As soon as Damon answered, an excited voice blurted out, “Damon! Do you know what I saw today at the hospital? A kid who looks exactly like you when you were little!”