All Chapters of Nanny for My Own Child: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Baby Bian, who was starting to get active again, was playing with plush toys on the thick carpet next to the bed. The adorable chubby boy squished one stuffed toy, then grabbed another to smack around—as if picking a fight with it.Meanwhile, the nanny made the baby's bed, changing the sheet and pillowcases while keeping an eye on the irresistibly cute chubby boy. Bia smiled warmly, seeing Bian sitting up and playing independently, babbling to the toys in his own little language. Who knew what role the chubby little guy was playing as he appeared to boss around the toys surrounding him.She finished replacing the sheets, pillowcases, comforter, and mosquito netting over the bed. She even wiped down parts of the bed frame—though it wasn't strictly her job, she enjoyed doing it to help her coworkers who were responsible for house cleaning. Having finished everything, Bia turned around to gather the dirty linens to take to the back for washing. But when she turned around, the chubby boy

Adnan Bimantara, as the uncle of the cute, adorable, squishable, yet infuriating chubby baby—whose chubby cheeks and cushion-like little hands made him want to squeeze them out of pure affection—spent this afternoon running around doing inquiries at several hospitals. Since it was his day off and he had no commitments outside work hours, the eldest Bimantara took the opportunity to search for clues regarding his nephew's biological mother. Usually, he would ask his assistant to contact hospitals to inquire about births and baby names recorded there, or send someone in person—just as he was doing right now.He met with the hospital director to request permission to speak with the obstetrician who had handled births around seven or eight months ago, as well as permission to review the records. Naturally, Adnan pulled his father's name as leverage so the hospital director would grant permission.Ever since Bian fell ill yesterday, Adnan's urge to find the baby's biological mother had bec

Kemal didn't gather information on a target just by asking questions; he also socialized in the neighborhood where the target lived. If a client simply needed database records, he wouldn't bother leaving his room. By just tinkering with computer programs, Kemal could get anything. But it was a different story when a client asked for personal background on someone. Kemal was the type who did things thoroughly, completely, and cleanly—all the way to the end. That was why he was willing to step out of his sanctuary and mingle with people.Right now, he was socializing with the locals in the village where his target had attended school, while cross-checking the data he obtained online with the reality on the ground.The target he was investigating: Rabia Anjasari—a girl who was able to attend Bakti High School thanks to government assistance. A scholarship recipient under the orphan category with no financial means for education. Her birth parents were unknown. The name she used was given

Thump, thump, thump, thump!That was pretty much the rhythm of Bia's heart when the young master held her foot. It was not just her heart reacting, but her whole body. A chill ran through her skin, giving her goosebumps. There was a strange sensation when her employer's skin touched hers, making her heart race wildly as if she had received a mild electric shock.In the past, she had been terrified of being near Adrian—remembering that night when Bian was conceived. What scared her was not just that unfortunate incident, but the fact that she had been unconscious, her mind cloudy and dark, with a strange scent she could still recall to this day. It had become her biggest nightmare. Bia was terrified of experiencing it again, terrified of losing control, and terrified of waking up to find herself in that horrific situation again. She never wanted that.However, that fear that had been slowly eating away at her was gradually wearing off. Added to that was the young master's attitude, whi

Bia's injuries weren't hurting as much anymore. The purplish-blue bruises on the top of her foot and the right side of her waist were starting to fade. The Bimantaras had told her to rest until she fully recovered, since she had trouble moving around and carrying Bian. Her duties had temporarily been taken over by Sri, though only bathing the chubby baby. Feeding him, making his milk, and putting him to sleep were handled by the Bimantaras in turns. Mostly the youngest Bimantara did it—Adrian was fully stepping into his role as a father.Besides, the young Bimantara was on leave, so it made sense for him to spend time with the chubby little guy.Even so, Bia didn't want to lounge around resting for too long. She felt guilty doing nothing. Once she felt she had rested enough, the girl resumed her duties as a nanny and housekeeper at the Bimantara residence. Especially since the youngest Bimantara son was back at the office. There was no way her supervisor—Sri, the head housekeeper—coul