Todos los capítulos de Babysitting My Professor’s Son: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Ronan"I am telling you, it’s like she just vanished into thin air!"Malcom threw his hands up, then dropped them by his sides."That’s impossible." I kept my eyes fixed on the window and watched the tiny, beetle-like cars crawl through the city streets far below. "She is definitely up to something."Behind me, the sound of a turned page echoed off. "Most of my trusted private sources say they can't even get a lock on her location," Malcom muttered with frustration."Guess I will have to hire a private investigator then."The paper rustling stopped instantly, and a loud smack followed as Malcom slapped the documents in his hands shut. "You can’t be serious. What can a private investigator find that I can't?"I turned slowly, then leaned my hip on the windowsill, and just stared at him. He held my gaze for a second before shifting uncomfortably."Speaking of investigations," Malcom said, quickly cleared his throat to change the subject, "Professor Johnson was spotted outside town. The

Livia“C’mon, Acey. I said I’m sorry.”I dropped my chin and gave Ace my absolute best puppy-dog eyes. Instead, he shuffled a few inches deeper into the corner of the room, turning his back to me. His tiny fingers dug into his stuffed teddy bear, squeezing it so tight its plush head bulged. His lower lip stuck out in a small, stubborn pout.For ten minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was my own voice begging a three-year-old for forgiveness. I had no idea a little kid could hold a grudge this heavy. Ace has never spoken a single word since the day I started babysitting him, but right now, his silence says a lot about how upset he is.I let out a long breath, my shoulders slumped as I sank to the floor. I crossed my legs and just watched him stand guard by the edge of his bed.“Ace, I know you are hurt,” I said, softening my voice until it was barely a whisper. “You came all the way to the orphanage to find me, and I wasn't there. I... I made a really bad choice that day, and I've

Livia“I am Professor Albert, the Head of Department for Art History and Theory. Let us try to see how we can resolve this matter amicably.”The air inside the office felt thick enough to choke, especially since five lecturers stood around us. Among them was Miss Evelyn, her arms crossed, watching my every movement with a sharp, unreadable look. Directly across from me sat the pregnant woman. Her chest rose and fell in heavy, rough breaths as her fingers dug deep into her purse, and she glared at me.My hands trembled in my lap as I stared at the desk. My mind spun a chaotic loop of the shouting, the pointing fingers, and the sea of smartphones recording my humiliation. The digital footprint of this nightmare was already spreading across campus.“There is nothing to resolve here,” the woman spat and thrusted a trembling finger inches from my face. “She is a gold-digging slut who has been sleeping with my husband.”I flinched backward, pressing my back hard on the back of the chair.“

LiviaIf anyone had told me Mrs. Johnson would be swallowing her pride and stammering out an apology just thirty minutes after nearly slapping me in the face, I would have laughed right in their face.Yet, she trembled under Professor Sterling’s icy gaze; her voice shook as she begged for my forgiveness.Only a few minutes prior, the world felt like it was crashing down, that this false accusation was going to ruin my life, until he stepped into the office. With a few words, he turned the entire room upside down, shifting the scales completely in my favor.My fingers gripped the cold metal railing of the Head of Department’s private balcony. It was a small, quiet place the HOD used as an escape from the chaotic academic life. Professor Sterling had practically ordered me out here to catch my breath while he finished dealing with the administration inside.Below, the ground floor looked dizzyingly far away.I heard the door slide open as foot step approached to stand behind me. There

Livia“And the fox puffed, and he huffed, and he blew on the house of bricks... but it did not fall off!”I threw my voice across the room, projecting like a stage actress, and puffed my cheeks out until they ached. I squeezed my eyes shut, doing my absolute best, most dramatic impression of the big bad wolf in the story of the little pigs.Ace didn't disappoint. The moment I opened my eyes, he burst into a flurry of frantic claps, his wide, curious eyes sparkled with pure wonder. Right beside him sat Professor Sterling, who was like a statue, staring at me with a completely blank face, but I didn't miss the sharp twitch at the corner of his lips. His fingers slowly stroked his chin—a dead giveaway that he was fighting a losing battle against his own laughter.Just how much longer do I have to keep this up? My skin burned a deep red, and the embarrassment I felt was eating me alive.I flipped to the next glossy page, opening my mouth to force out the next line, when his voice cut me