Kang sat quietly on the waiting bench at the police station.

Yes, he was being exceptionally well-behaved, and he was certain of one thing—his body's mother was far from the fragile woman she appeared to be.

Upon discovering that the middle-aged man had struck her son, the young mother had instinctively spoken the words, "You dare hit my child!" The tone was one of superiority, as if saying, "I am stronger than you, and you have offended the wrong person." Had she been a mere weakling, she would not have responded so automatically, as her reaction spoke volumes about her strength.

Summer Sheng had finished giving her statement and turned to see her son obediently clinging to her arm, silent and calm.

For a fleeting moment, her heart ached to the core. Over the past few days, she had felt a strange distance between them, a veil separating her from her child. She couldn't quite understand why, but she could sense that something had changed. Yet, now, her son had returned to her side, relying on her once more, and she was confident that soon he would open up about what had been troubling him.

"Don't be scared, Kang Kang, Mommy's here."

Kang longed to cry, for it was because she was there that he was so afraid.

Inside, the female officer found the situation hard to believe. "The man who tried to kidnap the child was mentally unstable. His nose was completely shattered."

It was hard to imagine that a frail, young mother, barely over five feet tall with her fluffy hair, could bring down a middle-aged man over six feet tall and weighing over 160 pounds with a single punch.

Kang looked up, his gaze falling on the delicate, quiet young mother beside him. She casually brushed her hair back, her demeanor soft like a flower, as she explained to the officer with grace, "I honestly don't know how I did it. All I could think about at that moment was getting my child back."

In the end, everyone agreed that it was the power of a mother's love.

However, the greater the power of maternal love, the more dangerous it was for Kang. After all, he was not her son.

At this moment, Kang was more desperate than ever to leave, but Summer Sheng had grown more vigilant, keeping a tighter watch on her child, fearful that he might slip away if she wasn't careful.

She hadn't shared the events with the child's father. He had been working tirelessly these past few days, and if he found out, he would likely panic and become overwhelmed with worry. Besides, she was capable of handling things on her own.

So, Summer took the child to the hospital by herself, ensuring that his injuries weren't serious. Throughout the journey, Kang sought any opportunity to escape, but there was none to be found.

When Kang was brought into the hospital, he froze for a moment, then realized—this was the very hospital where he had been staying!

Was this the proverbial "when you're searching everywhere and find it in the most unexpected place"?

Yet, reality remained harsh.

At registration, he was carried in, craning his neck to catch a glimpse of which floor the intensive care unit was on.

While waiting in line, still carried, he saw that the ICU was on the 12th floor.

When it was time to see the doctor, both Summer and the doctor tended to him, leaving him no room to escape, forced to endure the doctor's examination.

He struggled briefly, but nothing changed.

As they queued for the medication, Kang's gaze remained fixed on the elevator, growing increasingly agitated.

"Don't worry, don't worry. We'll be home soon," Summer comforted her son.

Hearing those words nearly shattered Kang's composure. Over the past days, the only thing keeping him calm was the thought of returning home.

In theory, all he had to do was ride the elevator to find his body.

Finding his body was not the issue; the real concern was that his butler and brothers must be waiting by his side.

Though he could not speak, Kang could still write, and he knew that once his butler recognized him, everything would be handled.

The butler would take care of the rest.

As Summer prepared to pick up the medication, Kang felt a sense of urgency. Once she got the medicine, they would surely leave the hospital. He didn't know when he would have another chance.

"Eh-eh—"

Summer looked down and saw her son suddenly stretch out his hand, pointing in a direction while making a sound.

She froze. Did... did her son just speak?

That momentary distraction was all it took. The child broke free from her arms and squeezed into the crowd.

On the 12th floor of the ICU, the butler watched the man lying inside, a faint satisfaction stirring in his heart.

Finally, the day had arrived. Kang was the most malicious person he had ever known—cruel even as a child, disliked by everyone.

But what could be done? He inherited vast wealth from his parents, but it was tied up by conditions that forced everyone to pamper and cater to him.

Now, none of that mattered. They no longer had to live that way.

"Don't worry, don't worry. Little Kang's condition is stable," the butler reported to someone on the other end of the line. "The doctor said the car accident was serious, but with careful treatment, there's no issue."

Kang recognized the familiar voice and eagerly followed it. He was elated—finally, he could return home. No more pretending to be a fool with that couple. No more being stuck in that cramped house, no more dealing with snotty-nosed children in class.

He was going back to his own bed, his villa, his company, and his girlfriends!

In the stairwell near the fire exit, the butler continued, "It's not hard at all. Caring for someone unconscious is far better than before."

"The doctor said there's still a 20% chance of waking up," the other voice said.

The butler immediately corrected himself, saying, "I misspoke. There's absolutely no chance of waking up."

Realizing his mistake, the butler swiftly changed the topic. "What about Little Kang's girlfriends? They're demanding separation fees, threatening to go to the media with stories about him being involved with multiple women."

As the conversation continued, the butler flattered, "Of course, of course."

The butler chuckled, "Thanks to Mr. Kang, I'll make sure to report any situation to you right away."

After hanging up the phone, the butler walked briskly back, only to come face-to-face with a young boy. The boy's cheeks were puffed out, as if holding a piece of candy, but an experienced eye could tell it was from a blow that had caused swelling.

The boy, probably around four years old, stared at the butler with intense hatred, his gaze fixed and piercing.

The butler stepped back in surprise for a moment, only to quickly regain composure. How could a small child scare him?

He took a couple of steps forward, his tone soft as he asked, "Which family do you belong to? Where are your parents?"

Meanwhile, Summer had found her son in an unexpected confrontation. Her little boy was locked in a fierce struggle with a middle-aged man. He was like a wild beast, ferociously biting the man.

"You! Bad man!"

Summer froze, hearing her son's words. Although they were a bit slurred, there was no mistaking it—her son had spoken.