Novel & Cerita Nanny Faye Died

I fell to my knees and crawled my way to Faye’s side. Her body looked pale. I could not accept the reality when I saw her lying there motionless. I took her small hand in mine and said in a choked voice, “Sweetheart, I’m here. Please open your eyes and look at me.” In the past, Faye would have responded to me. But I could no longer hear her little voice calling me “Daddy.” I buried my head and let out a hoarse cry of despair. Why? Why did Ula have to do this to Faye?

Cal says, exasperated. Faye pauses, perhaps waiting for me to interject. I stay quiet. I only speak when I’ve calculated each sentence. When it has meaning. “If that’s true, then what do you know about my sister? What about the supposed Alpha of this mystery Pack?” Faye questions, her voice wary. She’s believing him. I would be more worried about that if I wasn’t so curious about this Alpha that she has mentioned. Interesting. “I have no idea…I heard about your sister from your father, she died from cot death, I assure you. They never wanted to upset you,” Cal explains.

​Gideon’s gaze shifted between the two of them before finally returning to Valerius again. “You really don’t know who I am?” he asked suddenly. Valerius frowned slightly. “Should I? ​Several employees quietly sucked in nervous breaths. Nobody spoke to Gideon Vance that way. But strangely, Gideon didn’t look offended. If anything, he looked even more focused on her. ​Then, after a long silence, Gideon spoke again. “My daughter needs a new nanny.” ​Valerius blinked. “…What?” ​“Our previous nanny quit this morning.”

She looked back and met Speedy and Susan with Killian in her back listening to what she's saying "Pls leave...I don't have your.... Speedy and Susan pulled her into a hug before she could finish her sentence.. "We are sorry Dr. Mara we don't know that you have such past Mara looked at them speechless with hit tears streaming out of her face .... She pulled herself out of the hug and looked at them "Speedy.... Susan my Nanny is dead? Mara left for the hospital as fast as she could... On getting there it's true that her poor nanny is dead.... She cried in pains then her stepmother came to the scene.....

The morning of the next day when we came back to see Nana, she was gone. I didn't want to believe it. Maurice neither. None of us wanted to believe it. We had spoken to Nana. We had laughed with her. She had said it'll take more than a mere fever to kill her. But she died. She let a complication arising from a fever take her away from us. I wasn't ready for Nana to leave just yet. None of us was. The tears that streamed down my face flowed from the depths of pain in my core. Nana was strong. A strong woman physically, mentally and emotionally. How could a mere fever snatch her away from us?

She lamented. Faye sighed, " I can't believe ameerah would do that to me, I feel bad about her predicament and I think she needs urgent help, but I'm glad we are both safe" Anna nodded. Her phone wrong as she saw the caller heat crept through her cheek" I need to go now, Don't forget about my birthday preparation, okay?" She grinned. Faye smiled, " I won't, I promise"

There was no response but the look in Faye's eyes was scary. "She is dying!" Faye dropped the bombshell. "What?" I yelled in horror but Faye ignored me, rushing to grab some of Arabella's things. "Let's take her to the hospital." Tears began streaming down my eyes at the thought of my baby girl dying. "She won't make it to the hospital alive." "What should we do now?" I wiped my tears, trying to put myself together. "We need to go see the Theta......."

A familiar feminine voice came from the other side of the call. “Hello, ma’am. You don't need to worry anymore because I just witnessed the nanny being laid to rest. I told you the records at the hospital said she's already dead.” The man said, his voice bold and he seemed to be so sure about what he was saying.

In front of the operation theatre Sara, Mark, and the elders were sitting in front of the operation theatre’s door and looking at the blub above the door anxiously. Butler Mike came towards Mark and informed, “Master the nanny died. The doctor said they tried their best but her brain was damaged badly and they can’t do anything about it.” Hearing it Sara’s face become paled, she grabbed Mark’s clothes and said weakly, “If she wasn’t able to be saved then Adam is just two months old. What will happen to him, Mark”.

She nods, but her eyes shine like polished jade as she walks back to the table and takes her seat beside her husband. I’m not sure why I’m shocked to see Cole leaning against the far wall, his eyes locked on the melting snow outside. Michael told me Cole normally avoided things like this–the whole family meeting, especially over meals. Michael pulls out my chair, and the second I sit down, his father says, “Faye, you’re aware by now that your father is dead.” I swallow hard, reaching for a carafe of blood to pour into my own mug. “I am aware, yes.”