Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Professor’s Son: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Livia“Please, take a seat,” Dr. Phils said, not looking up from the folder on his desk.I sat on the chair in front of him with my fingers digging into the strap of my handbag. In the far corner of the room stood the high examination bed; the exact spot where my mother had layed nearly a decade ago, looking small and fragile under the harsh fluorescent lights. A stainless-steel tray rattled slightly on the adjacent cart as Dr. Phils finally closed the file.“Miss Throne, how are you?” He leaned forward, weaving his fingers together.I forced my lips into a smile. “I’m managing, Doctor.” I cleared my throat, the atmosphere suddenly feeling uneasy. “How is she? Did something happen?”Dr. Phils let out a sharp, rough breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, avoiding my eyes for a split second before bracing himself to look straight at me. “Your mother is stable, Livia. But... she isn’t improving.”His words hit me hard on the stomach. I straightened in my chair. “How is that possible?

Ronan“So, if I understand you correctly, you intend to build a small classroom for children in orphanages so that they get to be taught some subjects?” Malcom asked with a raised eyebrow.I set my cup down on the glass desk with a soft clink. “Not just any classroom, Malcom, a digital one. Every child gets an iPad during lessons. They will read, study, and learn real skills. Things that will actually help them build a future.”Malcom leaned back, his chair creaking slightly. He tapped his fingers against his chin as his eyes scanned the rough outline on the paper between us. "Hmm. It’s a great idea, Ronan. But it requires a lot of money. Huge funding. Especially since you want to target the entire country.”“I know.” I picked up my coffee again, the warm ceramic solid on my palm. I took a slow sip, letting the bitter taste settle before speaking. “That is why, aside from using my own money, I plan to bring in outside investors.”Malcom leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk

Livia"There is nothing I can do for you, Miss Throne," he said, in a flat voice as he aligned a stack of papers on his desk. "Please leave my office."My fingers dug into the strap of my bag. Please, sir. I only need to write the second test. Just the one I missed. I’ll write it right here in front of you at your desk. Anything."His head snapped up immediately. "You know the rules, Miss Throne. That cannot happen. Why did you miss such an important assessment in the first place? I remember announcing the date for weeks so everyone would be on the same page.""It… it wasn't intentional, sir." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. "My part-time job—my previous one—the hours got shifted at the last minute. I tried to find you right after, but the department secretary told me you were away on sabbatical."Mr. Harrison leaned back, raising a single, skeptical eyebrow. "And so you decided to march into my office with this demand after almost two months?""I know how it looks," I

LiviaThe door clicked shut behind me, finally cutting off the roar of imaginary T-Rexes. With two straight hours of wrestling plastic dinosaurs, it was clear Ace’s stamina was evolving faster than the predators he loved.I yawned loudly as I padded down the stairs. I peeked into the kitchen, expecting the usual clatter of pots, plates, and the rest of them, but found no one. Not even the sign of Grace. Usually, she was always out and about doing her chores around the house this time of evening. It was dark outside; let’s say seven pm-ish and around the official end of my babysitting shift.My heart skipped a bit at the thought of what I had to do next. Texting your boss to say you are skipping three days of work for an art exhibition felt incredibly unprofessional. Professor Sterling deserved at least a face-to-face explanation, even if the prospect made my stomach do nervous flips.After five fruitless minutes of searching the main floor for Grace, I turned toward the quiet hallw

Livia “My deepest apologies for the state of inconvenience at the lodge, truly. We have hosted visitors in the past, but never this many at once. That must be why the rooms got filled so quickly.”“It’s fine, Ma’am,” Professor Sterling said with a calm voice. “All we require is a single room for our three-day stay. Surely there is something.”“Ah. About that.” Mauda twisted her fingers together, looking anywhere but at Professor Sterling’s sharp gaze. “We don’t actually have a standard guest room left. But there is a small storage space up in the attic. We managed to squeeze a bed up there, but… well, it gets quite cold at night. Bitterly cold.” Professor Sterling stood up immediately, making the wooden chair legs scrape on the floor. He scooped up his leather traveling bag in one fluid motion. “That is perfect. Please, take us there.”She took us upstairs. By the time we reached the second floor and turned down the hall, I could see my breath in the cold, dim light.Mauda reached