Fortunately, Mr. Mysterious took Henry from her arms with exceptional gentleness, managing not to wake him. Despite his left arm being injured, he held Henry comfortably.

Observing Henry sleeping soundly in Mr. Mysterious’ arms, Estelle felt relieved and finally stretched her sore and stiff arms.

“Sir, why didn’t you drive your car?” Estelle asked. “Why do you suddenly ride a motorcycle these days?”

Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “I’ve sold all my cars. I’ll sell all my ...