Mabel Quinn didn’t have any opinions on this matter. After all, in this industry, it’s all about capital competition. Once a project becomes profitable, it’s only natural to want to continue it.

However, because of this, in the following days, she had to frequently visit the film Corporation and communicate with the early team about the script. Naturally, she couldn’t always manage the time to pick up her daughter. After all, meetings could last more than one or two hours and sometimes from afternoon to evening.

Therefore, Mabel could only trouble Aunt Wu, the family’s nanny, during these days to take extra care, helping with picking up and dropping off the child and accompanying her until she returned home.

Fortunately, Aunt Wu had been working as a nanny since Katherine Quinn was born. She has practically seen Katherine grow up, almost considering Katherine as her own granddaughter, and readily agreed.

Every time Mabel got busy with her script drafts, it was Aunt Wu who helped take on more childcare responsibilities, so Mabel was quite at ease with her.

"I say, are you still not planning to make a public appearance?" Producer Sister Han said to Mabel Quinn as the meeting ended, "These years, your scripts have sold well, and the productions have been excellent, but you never attend press conferences, news briefings, roadshows, or celebration parties, and you don’t even have a presence on social media like Weibo. You’re too low-key. Often, the average audience only knows the name of the drama, completely unaware of you, the screenwriter. If you were to appear more often, the price for your scripts could possibly triple. In the industry, only insiders know that you wrote the scripts and scramble to get their hands on your work."

Sister Han was also an old partner of Mabel Quinn’s. For the two dramas and one film Mabel had written over the years, Sister Han was the producer, and they had a pretty good relationship. Mabel knew Sister Han had her best interests at heart, but she still smiled and said, "I’m quite satisfied with my current lifestyle. I’m not a star who needs to show my face. Besides, my script prices have already increased a lot over the years. Let’s slowly accumulate. If it’s just because of fame rather than the quality of the scripts, even if the prices increase several times, it would only be depleting future pricing potential."

"You..." Sister Han shook her head, "Are you worried that showing your face will let people know you are a single mother, which might affect Ivy?"

Mabel was momentarily stunned. She knew in her heart that this was one reason, but there was another; she feared that if people found out that "Mabel Quinn" was still alive, her and her daughter’s current life might be completely disrupted.

"Sort of." She replied vaguely to Sister Han, then packed her things and was about to leave when her phone rang.

When Mabel picked up the phone and saw that it was Aunt Wu calling, her heart sank.

But as soon as she answered the call and heard Aunt Wu’s words, her entire body froze, and she almost couldn’t hold onto the phone.

"What... what did you say? Ivy is missing?" Mabel asked, her face pale.

"I... I was riding the electric scooter with Ivy on the way home, and I saw someone selling a cart full of oranges. They looked good, so I thought I’d buy some for Ivy. But while I was picking oranges and turned my head, Ivy, who was just by my side, was gone." Aunt Wu’s voice was anxious, and she was stammering as she spoke.