"My apologies."

“Don't fret, when I first began crafting videos on baby food, it was simply a means of documenting the process. The unforeseen wave of appreciation humbled me. Please, no further monetary contributions are necessary. Direct those resources toward your child." Ariana's words conveyed a genuine sentiment.

"Okay."

"I need to hit the hay. Good night."

With her message sent, Ariana slipped into slumber.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Holden opened the Latest unedited video. As the video unfolded, the vexation he had earlier experienced ebbed away, replaced by a gentle drowsiness.

The soothing timbre of Ariana's voice coupled with her immaculate hands in the video wove an image in Holden's mind, reminiscent of something he'd encountered before.

A fleeting notion surged within him, a desire to meet her face-to-face, yet he swiftly dispelled the notion. The apprehension that her face might not align with her voice, shattering the fragile comfort he'd found, curtailed his longing.

As sleep beckoned, Holden mused that perhaps acquiring the video rights or extending an invitation to join the Fredrick Group could be worthwhile endeavors, carving out a dedicated space for her unique contribution.

The following morning, Ariana awoke and reached for her phone, a Lazy gesture that had become a routine. As she unlocked the device, her eyes widened in surprise as a notification informed her that one of her previously published videos had earned a spot on the popular List of the app.

Confusion and astonishment tangled within her. She delved into the backend and discovered an unexpected twist - her video's ranking had been boosted. To her astonishment, the person behind this was none other than the affluent admirer from the previous night.

Shocked and exasperated by this turn of events, Ariana resolved to communicate with him. She sent a message, inquiring why he had broken his promise not to intervene in boosting her videos' rankings.

However, patience was tested as time stretched on without a response from the other end. With a sigh, Ariana placed her phone aside, tending to her daily obligations.

After a considerable interval, a message eventually appeared from the mysterious benefactor. Yet, instead of addressing her question, he sent a picture.

In the image, a young girl viewed from behind played joyfully with building blocks.

Subsequently, a new message blinked into view: "How do I make my Little one happy?”

The sight of the adorable silhouette in the photograph triggered an unexpected reaction in Ariana. Her heart warmed and softened at the sight. It was evident that the girl was undeniably endearing; Ariana's own maternal instincts yearned to embrace and coddle her.

Reflecting on the query, Ariana responded, “Providing within reasonable boundaries should suffice.”

“Reasonable boundaries?" Holden contemplated briefly, unable to conjure any notions that would tread into the realm of unreasonableness.

Intrigued, he pressed on, "What if her desires remain unspoken?"