He suddenly pointed at an upcoming traffic light and urged,

"Mommy, it's a red light! Step on the brakes!"

Ariana snapped out of her daze, pressing her foot on the brakes quickly and bringing the car to a halt.

She let out a short breath.

Getting lost in her thoughts Like this while she was driving was dangerous.

She shook her head as if she were shaking all of her thoughts and forced herself to stay vigilant and focus on driving.

When they arrived home that night, she put Melon to sleep and then went to bed.

But she found herself tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Melon's astute observation from earlier that day kept echoing in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

Her mind racing, Ariana eventually gave in to her intrusive thoughts, and she picked up her phone, typing the name "Holden Fredrick" into the search bar.

There was barely any information about him online other than articles discussing his status as a business prodigy and the head of the Fredrick Group.

Being in a position of power and prestige, there were strangely no pictures of him that she could find.

Just like five years ago, she couldn't find any information on him.

After scrolling through her phone and searching for a while, her eyelids became heavy with sleep.

Eventually, she put her phone down, yawned, and allowed herself to drift off.

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang, waking her up.

She was about to get out of bed when Melon, who was already wide awake, turned to her with a sweet smile and said considerately,

“Mommy, you don't have to get up. I'll go answer the door."

He sprang out of bed and bounded out of the room, leaving to answer whoever was at the door.

Ariana remained in bed but could hear the front door open, followed by Melon's excited cheer.