CHAPTER 575: CHAPTER 575: MOMMY, DON’T CRY—TIMMY DOESN’T HURT

"Wellbright Kindergarten."

The woman’s eyes showed a surprised expression. This little cutie’s family background is not ordinary! Children who can enter Wellbright Kindergarten are from influential families in Ravenswood, but... being part of influential circles inevitably leads to conflicts. I hope this little cutie and his mom can smoothly overcome this challenge!

The woman brought Timmy to the hospital entrance. Leon Keane did not come down personally; it was the driver waiting for Timmy at the door.

"Thank you for bringing our young master, Timmy, here."

"You’re welcome, it’s what I should do."

Timmy is such an adorable little baby. If she could pick him up and drop him off every day, she’d do it a million times willingly. Unfortunately, time went by too fast, and now it’s time to bid farewell to little Timmy.

"Pretty sister, remember to visit me at Wellbright Kindergarten!"

Timmy Monroe winked at the woman as he was leaving. This little expression melted the woman’s heart. He was so adorable, so handsome. What should she do if she wanted to take little Timmy home?

"Okay, little Timmy cutie."

The woman, moved, returned to the luxury car and drove away.

"Why is my mommy in the hospital? Did Grandma Keane or Madam Keane hurt her? Tell me."

The smile disappeared from Timmy Monroe’s face. He looked up at the driver, and within his clear eyes sparkled a coldness beyond his age.

The driver was startled.

"Young Master Timmy, I don’t know! President Kane told me to wait here for you. Now, come with me back home! When you meet President Kane, you can ask him for the full story."

The driver truly didn’t know and wasn’t deliberately lying to Timmy Monroe.

"Where is Daddy? I’m not going back; I want to see Daddy and Mommy."

The driver knew Leon Keane was in the hospital, but as for the exact location? He wasn’t aware since President Kane hadn’t told him these details.

"Young Master Timmy, let’s go back and wait for President Kane! He’ll be back later."

"No, I want to see Daddy and Mommy right now."

Timmy Monroe angrily said, "If you don’t take me, I’ll find them myself."

With that, the little boy bypassed the driver and ran into the hospital.

"Young Master Timmy, wait for me..."

The driver followed behind, chasing after him. Seeing Timmy running so fast, almost bumping into people multiple times, he urgently shouted, "Young Master Timmy, slow down, don’t run so fast, you’ll trip and fall."

If Young Master Timmy tripped and fell, how would he explain it to President Kane?

About twenty minutes later.

The door to Ivana Monroe’s hospital room was pushed open again.

"Mommy."

Timmy Monroe ran in, rushing to Ivana’s side. He didn’t jump into her arms, knowing she was pregnant, and that such behavior might harm the little brother or sister in Mommy’s belly.

Timmy Monroe stood beside Ivana’s hospital bed, his eyes red, and tears quickly poured out.

"Timmy."

Ivana’s eyes also reddened. She raised her hand to wipe the tears off the little boy’s face, "Don’t be afraid, Mommy is fine!"

How could the little boy not understand? How could he not guess Ivana was comforting him? If Mommy was fine, why would she be admitted to the hospital and have an IV drip?

"Mommy, from now on, Timmy won’t leave your side for a single step."

If at the old Kane family residence, he hadn’t left Mommy, perhaps she wouldn’t have been hurt.

The little boy was very remorseful. He didn’t yet understand that even if he hadn’t left, if Grandma Keane wanted to deal with Ivana, she still wouldn’t be able to avoid this ordeal. Timmy Monroe, after all, was too young, merely a few-year-old child, what power did he have to contend with Grandma Keane?

Leon Keane’s stern eyes looked at the driver.

The driver lowered his head in fear. He didn’t want to bring Young Master Timmy here either, but Young Master Timmy was too clever and perceptive. He had run to the hospital front desk and had the staff help him find the young mistress’s room.

Young Master Timmy was someone loved by all, adored by many. No matter the age group, women adored him to the point that they were willing to fulfill any of his requests.

He was helpless too!

"Timmy, your hand..."

Ivana noticed Timmy clenching his little fist, and upon opening it, she saw a vivid red streak.

"Mommy, I’m fine."

Timmy Monroe tried to hide the injured hand behind him.

"Open your fist, let me see."

Ivana wouldn’t let him hide it. Under Ivana’s compelling gaze, Timmy Monroe obediently opened his fist.

Ivana gasped in shock. A two-centimeter cut had opened up on Timmy’s palm.

The cut didn’t look like a minor injury; it seemed deep. Ivana could smell a thick scent of blood, and quickly pulled up his down jacket sleeve, the inside stained with shocking amounts of blood.

His wrist wasn’t injured, so the blood inside the sleeve was... from the injured palm.

Ivana couldn’t hold back any more, tears fell uncontrollably, her heart aching terribly.

"Don’t cry, Mommy, Timmy doesn’t hurt, Timmy doesn’t hurt at all."

Timmy Monroe panicked.

"How could it not hurt? What cut your hand like that? Tell Uncle Rhodes, was it the old woman from the Kane family who abused you?" Fawn Rhodes was nearly furious. They bullied Ivana and also bullied Timmy with such vicious means.

Timmy was only six years old, still just a child!

How could they have the heart to do it?

"

No, Uncle Rhodes, it was Brother who broke the glass window, and when we escaped, our hands got cut accidentally."

Leon Keane picked up Timmy Monroe, frowning, "I’ll take you to the doctor."

Timmy Monroe nodded, turning to Ivana, "Mommy, please don’t cry. Your crying makes Timmy feel terrible. Daddy is taking me to see the doctor. I’ll be better soon."

What an understanding little boy.

The pregnant woman in the bed nearby also shed tears.

This little boy was so brave, so strong, he was injured himself but still cared for his mommy. She gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, hoping her child would be as strong and brave as this little boy named Timmy.

Leon Keane took Timmy Monroe to get stitches.

Timmy Monroe said, "Daddy, Brother is still at the old Kane family residence. Brother’s hand is also injured, probably worse than mine. You should hurry and get someone to bring Brother for treatment; Brother’s palm must be hurting a lot now."

Timmy was also in pain, so he thought about Ian Keane being more severely injured than him, and it must hurt more for him.

Leon Keane’s expression wasn’t good, and he instructed the driver to go to the old Kane family residence to pick up Ian Keane.

He sternly told Timmy Monroe, "You shouldn’t have recklessly broken the window and used a method that hurt yourselves to run out and find Mommy."

Timmy Monroe looked directly at Leon Keane, "Then tell me, Daddy, what should we have done?"

"You should have called me immediately."

"But that room was interfering, and my and Brother’s phones had no signal. How could we call Daddy?"

Leon Keane was silent, and after a moment, he said quietly, "It’s my fault for not protecting your mom."

Timmy Monroe’s eyes reddened. As the doctor cleaned his wound with disinfectant, the little boy’s tears fell continuously, but he didn’t utter a word of pain.