All Chapters of Nanny for My Own Child: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mrs. Bimantara felt a deep sense of gratitude in her heart. Because of Bian's presence, Adrian had changed at least a little bit. Even though it was just a start, she hoped her youngest son could open up—both to his family and to others—and loosen up that poker face and locked-tight mouth of his.Meanwhile, the nanny offered only a faint smile. This version of Adrian was so different. He felt like a completely different person, nothing like the man etched in her memory."Oh, Bia, could you hand me this?" The youngest son caught Bia's attention, directing her eyes to the bowl sitting in front of Rosa—the bowl of vegetable soup the handsome young man was pointing at.Rosa held out both hands. "Here, let me hold Bian."The nanny handed the chubby baby over to the lady of the house, bowed to the two Bimantaras before her, and stepped away. Bian remained calm, still looking happy and babbling away to himself. He was clearly in a great mood. The baby entertained himself by playing with his

"Bian..." Seeing the baby laughing, Sarah grew even more smitten. "Can I hold him? Please, Adrian," she pleaded, putting on the most piteous face she could muster.Adnan got up off the floor. His shoulder, which Sarah had struck, throbbed with pain, and his backside hurt from falling and sliding across the floor. Ah, targeted for violence first thing in the morning! Rubbing his shoulder, the eldest Bimantara son took a seat next to his father. The chair beside their mother was reserved for Adrian, as she would certainly ask for Bian to be given his breakfast or formula.The youngest son nodded. Sarah was married, and sooner or later, she would have children of her own, wouldn't she? Giving Bian to her for a moment wouldn't hurt; she could use it as practice for holding a baby. He carefully handed over the chubby little guy, who still looked cheerful, and instructed the beautiful woman on how to support a baby properly. Um, to be fair, Adrian had been forced to learn all of this from h

"Bia, Bia."The ordinary girl quickly ran over to the lady of the house, who was calling her from the living room. She stood beside Rosa, who looked to be in a hurry, and handed Bian over to her. Fortunately, Bia managed to put down the dirty rag she was holding when her mistress called.Soon, Sri came into the living room as well, informing Rosa that she was ready before taking her place beside Mrs. Bimantara."I have an urgent matter to take care of and need to go shopping with Sri as well. Only you and Minah are home. I'm leaving Bian in your care, okay? I promise I won't be long," Rosa said while grabbing her handbag from the sofa. "I'm heading out now. Come on, Sri."Bia nodded and walked the lady of the house to the front door. They interacted briefly with Bian before finally departing in the car parked out front on the driveway.The ordinary girl watched the car driven by her mistress pull toward the front gate, which opened automatically. She went back inside, closed the door,

"Bia, take these drinks to Room 301 on the third floor, alright?"Bia, who worked as a casual worker—a term the hotel used for daily hired staff—replied quickly and clearly. She had been working as a casual worker at the hotel for two weeks, so she had adjusted to her duties as a server. Bia took charge of the trolley commonly used by the food and beverage team to transport food and drinks for guests using the meeting rooms.On the trolley was a bottle of champagne, several glasses already filled with a liquid—it looked like tea, though Bia didn't know for sure—and various snacks arranged on the bottom shelf. Perhaps the guests in Room 301 were holding a meeting."Hey, you. Wait!"Bia, who had almost reached the kitchen exit, stopped in her tracks. She turned around to find a tall man walking up to her. He pulled the trolley back inside, glancing left and right to check their surroundings. The workers in the kitchen seemed busy and weren't paying any attention to them. The man pulled

Agam rose from his office chair, causing the girl to flinch slightly before bowing ninety degrees. "I am sorry. On behalf of Adrian, I offer you my sincere apologies, Rabia Anjasari."Usually, this kind of formal apology was practiced by people from different cultures. Yes, indeed. But Agam intentionally did it to show how deeply remorseful he was and how genuinely he wanted to apologize to the girl before him.There was no way Bia wouldn't be startled by what the head of the family was doing. She stood up as well, unsure of what to do. "S-Sir, you don't need to apologize. Please don't do this, sir. I can't accept this.""I ask for your forgiveness for what my son, Adrian, did. I am truly sorry.""Yes, sir. I forgive you. Please stand up straight, sir. I forgive the young master." Bia hadn't held a grudge against Adrian for a long time, nor had she ever expected him to take responsibility; truth be told, she had forgiven the youngest Bimantara long ago.Agam straightened his posture,