All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Ex-Convict Nanny: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111Brittany’s POVEverything was white.White ceiling. White walls. White sheets.This place looks like a hospital. I was so confused how I got here. What happened? I thought, looking at my body. Confused.My mind couldn’t think clearly. Slow. Fuzzy. When I tried to sit up on the bed, something pulled at my arm. An IV line. A bag of clear fluid hung beside the bed.A hospital.I was in a hospital.I panicked. What happened? How did I get here, I'm even wearing a hospital robe. Has something got wrong with me? Where is Thomas? I thought.The last thing I remembered was the DNA results which I saw in my email from Dr. Patterson, he had confirmed that Pink was Adrian’s daughter. Then Thomas, asking me out of his house. Then—nothing. Just darkness.Had I fainted?When I tried to remember what happened and how I got here. I had headacheThe door opened, a nurse walked into my private ward.She was young, smiling at me--the kind that warms the heart. She moved closer to where I was

Chapter 113Adrian's POVI drove too fast.Every red light felt like torture. Every slow car in front of me made me angry that I held the wheel so tight, my knuckles ached, and my teeth, biting my lower lips.Pink was sick. In the hospital. And I hadn’t answered Darcy’s calls.I felt guilty. It felt like a punch.I was so angry because Darcy had betrayed me. Yea. But Pink, a sweet, innocent girl had suffered while I drowned in tequila and self-pity at the condo.When Leo called that morning, reality slammed back.“Pink’s been sick since you left,” he said, voice tight. “It got worse. Darcy had to rush her to the hospital.”My heart stopped.“When?” I asked.“This morning. She’s stable now, but Adrian… she keeps asking for you. Darcy’s been trying to reach you.”All those missed calls. All those voicemails I’d deleted without listening.“I’m coming,” I said, voice tight. “Send me the address.”I parked at St. Mary’s Hospital and ran inside. Pink was there, the fourth floor, in the chil

Chapter 115Darcy’s POV“Memory loss?”The words slipped out too loud in the hospital hallway. Some passing nurse looked over, but I barely noticed.Dr. Sharma’s calm voice felt unreal. “Yes. It’s a form of post-traumatic amnesia. Not uncommon after a head injury like hers.”I gripped the wall. “What exactly has she forgotten?”“She remembers her name and basic details — where she’s from, her childhood, how to talk, walk, function. But…” She hesitated. “The last few years are blurred or gone. Specific people, events, emotional ties — those may take time to return.”It hit like a punch. “She doesn’t remember me,” I said quietly.Dr. Sharma’s kind eyes softened. “Or your daughter. Or her work with you. It’s as if her brain shut off in recent years to protect her.”I swallowed hard. “How long until she remembers?”“There’s no set timeline. Sometimes it’s days, sometimes weeks. In rare cases… the memories never return. But I’m optimistic. They’re likely still there — just out of reach.”“

Chapter 117Brittany's POVThe clinic waiting room was too bright. The fluorescent lights were lit all over the room. Bright and sharp making the place feel cold. The AC hummed softly as I sat, my hand on my still-flat stomach. Inside, though, something had started. Something I hadn’t planned for.Three weeks pregnant. Almost four.The test this morning had confirmed what the doctor said weeks ago. I had done that again and again to be sure it wasn't fake.Two pink lines. No doubt.It has to be true,I've changed in the feeding process, now I sleep all the time. Get tired or feel bloated inside. I was here for an ultrasound. To confirm the dates. To make sure everything was… what? Healthy? Normal? A few days ago I planned on aborting the pregnancy but after going through some women's pregnancy shoot photos on Instagram, I didn't go check up on the baby's health. I didn’t even know what I wanted for myself—confusion.Then, the door opened, and my heart stopped. I had expected a doctor b

Chapter 119Darcy’s POVI woke to Adrian asleep on my chest, her arm over me. Her breathing—soft. She was beautiful with her calm face. For a second, the world felt right.Before the accident, we’d fought bitterly. She’d been angry, ready to leave me forever and I’d earned that pain. But now, she was here again, memory wiped clean of my betrayal. She looked at me without hate. Without the history that once tore us apart.Part of me hated myself for taking comfort in that.But it wasn't actually true because I was helping her to remember her past. Although the rest of me wanted to hold her a little longer before her memories flooded in again.If her memories returned, would she hate me again?God, I hoped not. I loved her too much to lose her twice.She stirred, lashes fluttering. “Good morning,” I whispered.Her sleepy smile undid me. “Morning,” she mumbled.“How’d you sleep?”“Better than I have in weeks.” She stretched and winced.“Careful,” I said, checking her ribs. ““Remember, the