Linda led the way, while Old Master Loewe followed behind the three of them. His gaze was fixated on Lucian with great interest.

The little boy was probably no more than five or six years old. It was astonishing to see that he had achieved such a level!

Indeed, children of geniuses often turned out to be geniuses too!

"Godmother, is my mommy very sick?" asked Lucian.

His voice was filled with concern as they walked toward the warehouse.

Mary paused her steps, lowered her gaze, and glanced at him when she heard what the little boy said.

All she saw was the little boy looking up at her, his innocent face clouded with worry.

She could not help but stroke his head gently. Then, she said with a gentle voice, "Mommy will be fine as long as you can help. Don't worry."

Lucian did not say anything more.

He already knew that his mother must be very seriously ill this time from the look on his godmother’s face!

He had to help his mother!

Mary became slightly anxious. She could not