All Chapters of Mummy, Please Save Me : Divorced with his heir: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

061Little six years old Lucas was waiting for his mom to come pick him up from school at the school waiting area. His small legs swung back and forth on the wooden bench, his shoes not even touching the ground. The late afternoon sun stretched across the compound, casting long shadows that made everything look slower, and quieter.A nanny was there, watching over the kids. She sat on a plastic chair, her eyes moving from one child to another, though not too carefully. Some kids were laughing, running in small circles, or whispering secrets to their friends. Their voices filled the air with noise and life.But Lucas was alone.He sat quietly, holding a small red toy car in his hand. He pushed it gently along the edge of the bench, making soft “vroom” sounds under his breath. Every few seconds, he would stop and look toward the school gate, his big eyes searching.“Mummy should be here by now…” he murmured to himself, his voice soft and hopeful.He had been counting the cars that p

063Back in the school, the nanny was done with her call. She slipped her phone into her pocket and hurried back toward the playground, her steps quick but steady. The sun was still high, and children’s laughter filled the air. It should have been a normal moment.But the moment she stepped closer, she stared at the kids and noticed one of them wasn't there, her eyes began to search.Left.Right.Under the small slide.Near the swings.Her brows slowly pulled together.“Lucas?” she called softly at first, like maybe he was just hiding, like he would pop out with that playful smile of his.No answer.Her heart gave a small, uneasy beat.She walked further in, scanning the children one by one. None of them had his face. None of them had his small, bright eyes.“Lucas?” she called again, louder this time.Still nothing.A thin line of worry crept into her chest.She moved toward a group of children sitting on the large chair , playing with toys. She bent slightly, forcing a calm smile.

065The engine of Isabella’s car went quiet, but her mind did not.She sat for a second, fingers still resting on the steering wheel, eyes on the school building ahead. Children were already gathering in the waiting area. Some sat on benches, others stood in small groups, laughing, dragging their bags, calling their parents.A small smile touched her lips.“Lucas should be there already,” she murmured to herself.On a normal day, he would not even wait.The moment he saw her car, he would run.“Mummy!” he would shout, his little legs moving as fast as they could carry him, his bag bouncing behind him.And she would bend, open her arms, and he would crash into her like he had not seen her in years.Her chest warmed at the thought.She picked up her bag and stepped out of the car, closing the door gently behind her.The afternoon sun wrapped around her, warm but not harsh. She adjusted her hair slightly and began walking toward the waiting area.Her eyes were already searching.Left.R

067Andrea's car moved smoothly along the road, the low hum of the engine filling the quiet space inside.Lucas sat by the window at first, his small face pressed slightly toward the glass as he looked outside. Cars passed. People walked. A woman balanced a basket on her head. A man pushed a wheelbarrow across the road.Everything looked normal, but Lucas was not calm.He shifted in his seat and turned to Andrea.“You have to turn here,” he said quickly, pointing ahead.The driver glanced at Andrea through the rearview mirror.Andrea gave a small nod.“Turn,” he said.The car slowed slightly and turned into the road Lucas had pointed at.Lucas leaned forward a little, like he was in charge now.“Yes, yes… this is the way,” he said.Andrea watched him quietly.“You seem very sure,” he said.Lucas nodded fast.“I know my school,” he replied. “I go there every day.”There was a small pause, then Lucas added, his voice softer now,“My mummy will be worried.”Andrea’s eyes shifted to him.

069“Mummy!”The voice came fast, bright and alive.Isabella had just ended the call, her phone still in her hand, when she heard it.Her heart stopped.Then jumped.She turned sharply.And there he was.Lucas.Running toward her.Her breath caught in her throat.“Lucas…” she whispered.Before she could move, he crashed into her.Her hands dropped everything—her phone, her bag slipping slightly—just so she could hold him.“Lucas!” she cried, pulling him close, her fingers gripping his shirt like she was afraid he would disappear again.Lucas wrapped his small arms around her waist.“I’m here,” he said softly.Isabella’s body trembled.Her hands moved quickly over him.His head.His face.His arms.Checking.Searching.“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice shaking. “Are you hurt? Did something happen?”“I’m fine, mummy,” Lucas replied quickly.Isabella pulled back just enough to look at his face.Her eyes scanned him again.No blood.No bruises.Nothing.Her breath came out slowly.The