All Chapters of Babysitting the Billionaire's son: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aaron told me everything he knows—lahat ng mga natuklasan niya, lahat ng mga ginawa niya habang wala pa akong maalala. Now that I finally remember everything, he explained everything to me, patiently and honestly, without holding anything back.“Leave it to me, okay? I will make sure that they will pay for it. They will pay for what they’ve done—to you, and to us,” he said with firmness in his voice, his eyes filled with determination.I looked at him, and for the first time in a long while, I felt peace in my heart. I trust Aaron. Hindi na tulad noon, ngayon ay buong loob ko na siyang pinaniniwalaan. Hindi naman sa hindi ko siya pinagkakatiwalaan dati, pero dahil sa lahat ng nangyari, mas lalong lumalim ang tiwala ko sa kaniya. He proved to me that he would never turn his back on me.He had been working on it all along—quietly, patiently, and strategically. While I was still struggling to remember everything, he was already making moves behind the scenes. He was taking it slow, waiti

I listened quietly while they continued their meeting for a few more minutes. Gaya ng sabi ni Aaron, hindi naman gano’n katagal ang meeting nila. Some of the board directors were also present, all seated seriously while presenting their reports. I could hear the sound of papers flipping, the faint hum of the air conditioner, and Aaron’s calm yet authoritative voice filling the room. When the meeting finally ended, the board of directors started standing up one by one, politely saying their goodbyes to Aaron before heading out. Naiwan kaming dalawa ni Aaron sa loob kasama nina Aunt Laura, Aunt Susan, at Uncle John. The atmosphere suddenly felt warmer and more personal compared to a while ago. “Hija, how are you? I’m glad that you’re here,” Aunt Laura greeted with a gentle smile. I smiled back and glanced at Aaron, who was now looking at me softly. “We heard what happened…” she continued, her tone turning emotional. “We want to apologize for it, Elora. Aaron told us everything. And w

I had so much fun spending my dinner time with them. Marami akong mga nalaman na kaganapan sa pamilya na ni minsan ay hindi ko pa naririnig noon. The laughter around the table, the little stories, the teasing between uncles and aunties—it all felt like home. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of warmth and familiarity, and being surrounded by them made me realize how much I truly missed this kind of atmosphere.It was fun, and at the same time, it felt peaceful having all of us together like this again. But then suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. If I didn’t lose my memories, maybe I would’ve experienced this more often. Siguro ay mas marami akong na-catch up sa kanila. Maybe I would have shared more memories, laughed more, and cried more with them. Pero ang totoo, maraming taon ang nasayang—mga taon na sana ay kasama ko sila, pero pinagkait sa amin ng tadhana.“How about your condition, hija? You are fully recovered, right?” tanong ni Auntie Rain, her eyes filled with both

I glanced at Aaron who was driving the car. His left hand was on the steering wheel while his right hand was gently holding mine. Every now and then, he would lift my hand and place a soft kiss on it, like it was his way of telling me that everything’s going to be fine. The drive was calm. The sun was setting on the horizon, painting the sky with orange and pink hues. The air inside the car was quiet except for the faint music playing on the radio and the rhythmic sound of the car engine. We’re on our way to my family’s mansion. I’m going to have a talk with my Aunties—something I’ve been both anticipating and dreading. Aaron insisted on coming with me, not because he wanted to interfere, but because he wanted to make sure I was safe. He said he’d stay nearby and let me talk to them alone, but knowing he’s close gives me a sense of comfort I didn’t realize I needed. “Are you alright?” Aaron asked after a few moments of silence. He glanced at me, his eyes searching my face as if tr

Aunt Laura gently held both of my hands, squeezing them with warmth and care. Her eyes were soft, filled with something heavy — grief, maybe guilt, or both. “Hija,” she said quietly, her voice trembling, “I hope you’ll not hate your mother. She loves you. So much, more than you’ll ever know.”My throat tightened. I could only nod, taking a deep, shaky breath. “I don’t hate her, Auntie. It’s just…” I paused, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. “I can’t accept that she did that. But I understand — she’s still my mom, after all. And no matter what, I don’t want to keep bad thoughts or feelings about her.”Tumango si Aunt Laura, at bahagyang ngumiti, pero halatang pilit iyon. “Mabuti ‘yan, hija. Your mom loved you deeply. She just… got lost in her pain.” Then she sighed. “Do you want to see your mom’s paintings? Nandito pa ‘yung iba niyang gawa. Kaso ‘yung iba, wala na — either naibenta o naiwan sa lumang bahay.”Tahimik akong tumango kahit ramdam ko pa rin ‘yung bigat sa dibdib ko.