All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Nanny : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Dusk slowly faded, replaced by a sky that gradually darkened. Streetlights turned on almost simultaneously. Elizabeth sat calmly in the passenger seat, enjoying the dense traffic stretching out before her.For many people, traffic jams were irritating. But not for Elizabeth. Her face looked bright, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at the view through the tightly closed car window.Her thoughts drifted back to the past. She had been used to being confined at home, carrying out endless household routines while waiting for a husband who never had a clear time of returning. Now, she could enjoy crowded, jammed roads—something she had never imagined would feel so meaningful.This situation was the complete opposite for Nathan. The man looked impatient as he drove.After she was satisfied with the view, Elizabeth took her phone from her bag. She became absorbed in the screen, occasionally smiling when she found something amusing.That day felt incredibly pleasant to her. Nathan had taken her

Julia looked at Martin with anger she could no longer contain. For the past two months, she had tried to remain patient while facing the drastic change in Martin’s attitude. But this time, her patience was completely gone. Her chest burned when Martin once again brought up his first wife.“I regret it,” Martin replied in a trembling voice.His greatest regret was having wasted Elizabeth. Martin knew that the woman had neither parents nor family. He should have been her protector. Yet in the end, it was he who had shattered her heart and wounded her deeply.Slap!A hard slap landed on Martin’s cheek.“You say you regret it?” Julia struck his face again.The man gave no reaction at all. He remained silent, as if completely numb.“After everything I’ve given you, you dare to say you regret it?” Julia exploded. Her anger peaked. She grabbed Martin’s hair and pulled it roughly.Since Elizabeth left, Martin’s appearance had indeed become neglected. His hair had grown long and messy, making

That afternoon, the rain fell heavily. City streets that were usually crowded now felt noticeably quieter. For some drivers, travelling along wet roads under heavy rain felt strangely calming. Traffic thinned, horns were rarely heard. Only a few motorcyclists dared to continue their journey in such weather.Martin, however, chose a different path. He did not return home in his private car. Instead, he booked a ride-hailing taxi, leaving his car to be driven home by Julia.For the past two weeks, his relationship with Julia had deteriorated in a silent and exhausting way.They barely spoke to each other. They went to and from work together without exchanging a single word. Occasionally, Julia attempted to start a conversation, but Martin responded only when necessary—briefly, flatly, and without emotion.That day, Martin had no intention of returning to his own house. Instead, he headed to his parents’ home.Over the past few months, his work had consumed all of his time. He rarely vis

With measured steps, Martin entered his father’s room. Before Marwan fell ill, the room had been used for guests. However, after Marwan suffered a stroke, Mery moved her husband into that space. The room was not large, yet it was comfortable. Everything was neatly arranged and impeccably clean.As soon as he stepped inside, Martin saw his father seated in a wheelchair, facing the window. Marwan’s hair had not yet turned heavily grey, despite the fact that he was already fifty-five years old.“Father,” Martin called softly.Marwan, who had been lost in thought, looked startled when he saw his youngest son.“You came?” he asked.“Yes,” Martin replied, pulling a plastic chair closer and sitting beside him.“I’ve been busy with a hotel development project these past few months. I haven’t had the chance to visit you.”Marwan offered a faint smile and nodded.“It’s all right. I’m used to being alone.”The answer made Martin’s chest tighten. Yet something else surprised him. Only then did he

Martin sat in silence, staring at his father with a mind in turmoil. He had never imagined that his parents’ marital problems had reached such depth—so deep that a marriage built over thirty-two years would end in divorce.“And what about Elizabeth?” Marwan asked with a slanted smile.“Has she returned?”Martin shook his head slowly.“I can’t ask her to come back to Jakarta.”“You’ve received your bonus, haven’t you?” Marwan continued.“Couldn’t you send her money so she could return?”Martin fell silent. He drew in a long breath, then released it slowly. His chest tightened every time he thought of Julia—the woman who had taken all of his money without his consent. Because of that, Elizabeth could not return. What hurt even more was that he was unable to contact Elizabeth to check on her condition. His head throbbed, crowded with marital problems that grew more complicated by the day.“What is it?” Marwan pressed.“Does Elizabeth not want to come back?”“Julia took my entire bonus,”