"Yes."

Renata's eyes sparkled with cunning. "Let's give her the boot, and you can snag the third female lead role!"

Ivy's eyes lit up. "Fantastic idea! Mom, how do we get Zoe to leave?"

Renata assured her, “Don't worry. I just need to make a call!"

Rosalynn was at the wheel, driving Tilda to the hospital.

Throughout the way, Tilda kept a nervous eye on the road ahead.

Catching a glimpse of Tilda's worry, Rosalynn inquired, “How old is that boy?"

“Four years old," Tilda answered, adjusting her glasses.

“Did you ask Elma to check with the hospital's information desk?

Maybe the security staff there can help find him," Rosalynn suggested.

Tilda said with a nod, "Yes, I did."

Noticing her worried expression, Rosalynn refrained from asking further questions and hurried to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Tilda's phone began to ring.

Hoping for news about her child, she quickly pulled out her phone, only to see an unfamiliar number.

Tilda's brow creased, suspecting it was just another sales call.

She wasn't in the habit of ignoring calls, though.

Yet, when she answered, her voice carried a hint of annoyance.

"Who's this?"

"Tilda." A young, childlike voice responded from the other end.

Tilda was stunned. "Sheldon! Where are you?"