All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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My side of the story

“I still think you should call him back.”Hilda’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts.We walked side by side along the familiar road leading to the public library. The morning breeze was cool against my skin, but it did nothing to settle the strange feeling inside me.“I don’t see the point,” I muttered.Hilda sighed dramatically. “Clare.”“What?” I glared at her.“You ignored the man’s call.” She frowned.“I know.”“What if it’s important?” She raised a brow.I let out a dry laugh. “Important?”I looked at her. “The last important thing he did was send me away from his house.”She winced. “Okay… that was harsh.”“It was the truth.” I snorted.She opened her mouth to argue, but before she could say another word, my phone vibrated again.The sound made my heart skip.I slowly reached into my pocket. My fingers wrapped around the phone.When I looked at the screen, my steps came to an abrupt stop.It was Jason Wilberg again.Hilda peeked over my shoulder.“See?” She grinned. “He’s cal

The truth behind the note

I yawned lazily while closing the book I was reading.By the time Hilda and I stepped out of the library, the afternoon sun had softened into a warm golden glow.Neither of us had spoken much while we were inside.Well… Hilda had.I, on the other hand, had barely managed to read three pages of the novel I’d borrowed before my mind wandered back to the same thing over and over again.Jason, his questions, and his voice.I NEVER ASKED YOU WHAT HAPPENED.The sentence refused to leave my head.I sighed.“You’ve been staring at the same page for ten minutes,” Hilda teased as we walked along the sidewalk.“I noticed.”“You noticed and still didn’t read it.” Hilda snorted.“I tried.” I sighed.She nudged my shoulder with her. “You’ll be alright.”“I hope so.” I mumbled.We continued walking in comfortable silence until the aroma of freshly baked pastries drifted toward us.Hilda stopped abruptly. “I smell meat pies.”I laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”“What? I can’t ignore food.” She grabbed

An unexpected visitor

Mr. Jeffery’s words stayed with me long after he drove away.“Sometimes the people who smile the sweetest are the ones hiding the sharpest knives.”I repeated them over and over in my head as I climbed the stairs to our apartment.By the time I opened the door, Hilda and Mom were already seated in the living room.Hilda immediately looked up. “What took so long?”I smiled faintly. “Mr. Jeffery and I talked.”Mom frowned with concern. “From the wilbergs ?”“Yes.” I replied.They both stared at me expectantly. I sat down between them and told them everything.About Max missing me, Jason asking questions, and the note inside Mr. Wilberg’s gift.And finally…About Mr. Jeffery confessing that he had been the one who slipped the note into the package.When I finished, silence filled the room.Mom was the first to speak. “So someone in that house believes you.”I nodded. “Yes.”Hilda crossed her arms. “I liked that old man from the moment I met him.”I laughed softly. “You like everyone.”“No

The footage

The rest of the afternoon crawled by.No matter what I tried to do, my mind refused to settle.I dusted the shelves, I helped Mom prepare dinner, and I even attempted to read the novel I’d borrowed from the library. Nothing worked.My thoughts kept drifting back to the same thing.“Sir… I found something.”Those had been Mr. Jeffery’s exact words before Jason sped away.What had he found? Was it enough to prove I was innocent? Or was I simply getting my hopes up again?“Clare.” Mom’s voice broke into my thoughts.I looked up from the carrots I had been slicing.“Hm?”“You’ve nearly cut your finger twice.” She said in a soft voice.I blinked. Sure enough, the knife had come dangerously close to my hand.I quickly set it down.“Sorry.”She smiled sympathetically. “You’re thinking about them again.”There was no point denying it.I nodded. “A little.”She reached over and squeezed my shoulder.“If the truth is on your side, it will eventually come out.”“I know.” I breathed heavily. “But

The envelope

The following day felt unusually quiet.After everything that had happened the previous evening, I woke up feeling as though I was carrying a secret too heavy for my shoulders.Jason and I had agreed not to tell anyone about the security footage.Not yet.Until he found out where Pamela had gone that night.Until he uncovered the whole truth.I kept reminding myself that justice took time. Even so, waiting was becoming unbearable.To distract myself, I spent the day doing little chores around the apartment.I swept the living room, did the laundry, and prepared lunch.Then curled up on the sofa with the novel Hilda had insisted I borrow.I had barely finished a chapter when the front door opened.“Mom?” I called out.She stepped inside, looking far more exhausted than usual.I immediately stood. “You’re back.”She forced a smile. “I am.”Something about her expression made me uneasy.She wasn’t her usual cheerful self. Instead, she looked… troubled.I walked over and took her handbag.

No longer my secret to keep

Sleep refused to come that night.I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling while the fan spun lazily above me.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the cream-colored envelope.Then Pamela’s face, then Mama’s voice repeating her message.“Tell Clare that we had a conversation one night. I’m hoping she’ll still keep it a secret. If Jason ever finds out, it’ll shatter our relationship.”I turned onto my side and buried my face in the pillow.Why?Why would Pamela go all the way to my mother’s workplace? Why didn’t she simply call me? Why the money?Why the pleading?None of it made sense. Unless…I suddenly sat upright. My heart began pounding so loudly that I could hear it.She wasn’t talking about the leaked pictures. She couldn’t have been.She was talking about that night in the garden. The night she had spoken about her boarding school. The night she had confessed things I never imagined hearing.The night she had made me promise to keep everything between us.A chill ran down my spine.

The phone

“There is something.”The words had barely left my mouth when a familiar voice interrupted from behind me.“Something you’d like to tell him?”Every muscle in my body stiffened. Jason’s eyes lifted from mine, and I slowly turned around.It was Pamela.She stood a few feet away from our table, dressed elegantly in a cream-colored dress and oversized sunglasses. A designer handbag rested on her shoulder, and although she wore a faint smile, her eyes were slightly swollen, as though she had been crying.For a long moment, none of us spoke.Jason was the first to break the silence.“Pamela?”She removed her sunglasses calmly.“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”His brows furrowed. “How did you know I was here?”Pamela tilted her head. “We share our locations, remember?”Jason’s expression changed.“Of course you forgot.” She scoffed.A heavy silence settled over the table. I suddenly wished I had never agreed to meet Jason.Pamela walked closer. “May I sit?”Neither of us answered. She

The report

Three days.That was how long it took for the report to come back.Three painfully slow days.Three days of wondering whether Jason had already seen the results. Three days of waking up every morning hoping my phone would ring.And three days of absolute silence.It was beginning to drive me insane. I had barely finished helping Mom hang the laundry outside when my phone vibrated in my pocket.My heart skipped.It was Jason Wilberg.For a few seconds, I simply stared at his name.Then I answered. “…Hello?”His voice came almost immediately.“Clare.”There was something different about him.He sounded…Drained.“The report is back.”Every nerve in my body tightened.I swallowed. “What… what did it say?”A long silence followed.“I think we should meet.”My heart sank.The way he said it…It wasn’t good.“I’ll text you the address.”The call ended before I could ask another question.I stood frozen in the middle of the compound. Mom noticed my expression immediately.“What happened?”I fo

An unexpected witness

I had never imagined heartbreak could feel so… quiet.When I left the café, I didn’t cry.Not because I was strong, but because I felt empty.The walk home seemed longer than usual. I couldn’t remember crossing the streets or greeting the neighbors who smiled at me. My feet moved on their own while my mind remained trapped inside that café.“Stay away from me. Stay away from my family.” Jason’s words echoed over and over in my head.The pain wasn’t that he had shouted at me.He hadn’t.The pain was that he had looked at me with disappointment.That hurt far more than anger ever could.By the time I reached our apartment building, my legs felt weak.I climbed the stairs slowly, using the railing for support.As soon as I unlocked the door, Mama appeared from the kitchen.“There you are.”She took one look at my face and her smile disappeared.“Clare…”I forced a smile but It didn’t work.She hurried toward me. “What happened?”I opened my mouth. No words came out.Instead, tears spille

The guard’s confession

I barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Pamela walking through the hallway in the middle of the night.One hand holding her phone and the other, a laptop.Why a laptop?The question refused to leave my mind.If all she wanted was to scroll through social media or send a few messages, her phone would have been enough.So why carry a laptop? The more I thought about it, the less sense everything made.I was still staring blankly out the bedroom window when my phone vibrated.I quickly picked it up.It was Mr. Jeffery.My heartbeat quickened.“Hello?”“Good morning, Miss Clare.” He said calmly.“Good morning.”“I hope I didn’t wake you.” He asked. “No.” “I’ve been awake.”There was a brief pause.“I’ve spoken to him.” He mumbled.“The security guard?” I asked. “Yes.”I immediately sat upright. “What did he say?”“I’d rather he tells you himself.”My pulse quickened. “Where?”“There is a small church compound about ten minutes from the Wilberg estate. I’ve asked him to meet u

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