Yvonne rested her forehead in her hand, feeling a mix of headache and annoyance.


    How could someone who used to constantly antagonize her suddenly develop feelings for her? Was it really just about this face?!


    After the Thompson family''s birthday party, Bet didn''t return to Cherry Apartment, and Yvonne hadn''t seen him since.


    A weekter, filming for the historical fantasy drama began, and Yvonne threw herself into her work on set.


    Sandra usually apanied Yvonne when she started a new project, helping her build rtionships with the director and crew, and arranging all the daily necessities.


    But this time, Sandra arrived with a boy in tow.


    The boy looked to be about seven or eight years old, with tanned skin andrge, bright eyes. He seemed shy and well-behaved.


    “Whose child is this?" Yvonne asked, surprised.


    "I''m sponsoring him," Sandra said, asking her assistant to take the boy out to y before exining.


    "His family is struggling, but he''s very bright. He skipped two grades in elementary school. His father works on a construction site, and his mother has diabetes and needs constant medication. He''s a mischievous kid and had a bad fall recently, breaking several bones. They couldn''t afford the treatment, and his mother was on her knees in the hospital, begging the doctors and nurses to save her son. I happened to be there and paid for his medical bills in your name and thepany''s. I''m also funding his education from now on."


    Sandra had clearly taken a liking to the boy. Knowing he had never been to an amusement park, she had promised to take him to The Grand Carousel. But because Yvonne''s filming schedule had been moved up, Sandra had to bring him along.


    "I feel a connection to this child. When I saw him in the hospital, he reminded me of my own son. If my boy were still alive, he would be about his age now."


    Yvonne''s heart ached hearing this. She had never experienced the pain of losing a husband and a child, but she could understand how deep that wound must be.


    On the first day of shooting, Yvonne, who yed the second female lead, only had one scene. After filming, she returned to her hotel to rest.


    Sandra had nned to take the boy to The Grand Carousel, but an issue came up with one of the new artists at thepany. She rushed off to deal with it, leaving the boy with Yvonne.


    The boy''s name was Hans, and he was now looking up at her with his big eyes.


    Yvonne didn''t particrly like


    children and had no experience with


    then She and Hans stared at each


    other, and a headache began to


    bloom behind her eyes.


    Yvonne had her assistant buy Hans a pile of snacks and turned on the TV in the living room.


    "What cartoons do you like to watch?" she asked.


    Hans shook his head, indicating he didn''t like cartoons. So, Yvonne randomly put on


    a Superman movie for him.


    Yvonne had little interest in a superhero in blue tights. She curled up on the sofa, sipping her tea while reviewing her script.


    Hans seemed a bit reserved and


    didn''t touch any of the shape was


    Yyoune had bought for him He was however,pletely engrossed in the movie.


    Sandra had said Hans had an IQ over 140; he was a genius. Perhaps the minds of geniuses worked differently from those of other children.


    Yvonne felt a sense of pride, thinking that she was helping to support someone who might one day make a great contribution to society.


    Sandra didn''t return, evente into the night.


    With a sigh, Yvonne had to put the little boy to bed.


    "Do you need a bedtime story?" Yvonne asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and scrolling through her phone for fairy tales.


    "Can you tell me more about Superman?” Hans asked, blinking up at her from under the covers.


    Yvonne nodded, searched for Superman stories on her phone, and began to read to him.