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“Make something light. Soup, porridge… anything gentle. She has to regain her strength.” The nanny nodded quickly and stepped out. I stayed by Rachel’s side, my thumb brushing over her hand as she slept. For a moment, life felt perfect. But perfection never lasts. Nathan’s POV I was at the hospital that morning for my prescription. Blood pressure, Irony right? Like my body knew the weight of my sins and tortures me. I had just left the pharmacy when familiar voices drifted down the hallway. I froze, recognizing the nanny’s sharp tone. “Is it true?” one maid whispered.

His flat words still felt poignant. "Thank you, Sir. What about Baby Leon? Who will take him?" "Secretary John had a new nanny ready as soon as she arrived," he said. "Is he going to replace me full-time?" I reflexively frowned in panic. "Why?" Arthur asked hoarsely, a sign that his health might be failing. Arthur got up and sat down beside her. "You don't want to be fired. On the contrary, I gave you a promotion, but you're also reluctant to leave your Nanny position."

Joy said subconsciously, Goerge looked at her daughter who was excited to have a new Nanny. "Joy, why are you so eager to have a new nanny?" He asked and Joy smiled at him. "It's been long I had one" she replied. Goerge was unable to comprehend what his daughter was talking about. "I will be traveling tomorrow and the trip this time will be longer, I don't want the nanny to come behind my back" He said and looked at Joy who looked like she was thinking about the situation carefully. "Aunty Mimi will be here by then" she said.

The nanny smiled, her gaze soft as she looked at the child, and replied in a quiet, tender voice: — He needs me, just as I need him. The child seemed to respond to her words; a small, innocent smile appeared on his lips—one Janna had never seen before. Janna exclaimed, her surprise tinged with joy: — He’s smiling… he’s never done that before. All he ever did was cry. At that moment, Adham and Naomi were coming down the stairs toward the living room. Adham descended with steady, composed steps, Naomi following gently behind him. Adham looked toward the nanny and Janna, a clear look of relief and a faint smile on his face, while Naomi smiled as well, her eyes lingering on the child in the nann

I enter the room, see the nanny sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to a little girl with dark hair tied in two ponytails. She’s wearing a pink shirt and a lighter shirt. Her feet are still sandaled. Though she’s covering her face with her arm, since she’s lying on her front, I feel my heart start to beat a lot faster at the mere sight of her. I try to look back at Rebecca but she closed the door. The nanny says nothing as I approach the bed. I carefully sit on the edge of the bed. I start to feel lightheaded—to the point where I see two of her. I don’t know why I’m panicking so much.

The feelings that rage inside me right now can swallow me whole. I pick up the old dirty notebook that I kept under my mattress every day. and I stare at it. ever since I was a little girl I had always drawn pictures of what I imagine my family looks like. my mother. my father. I had even drawn up imaginary siblings creating the perfect family in my mind. Nanny has always told me that they does not exist. Even though she had been the person who bought me The Notebook when she realized I loved painting, she had been reprimanded correctly for the money that cost her to buy that book. And I had helped her with the work that she was given by her supervisors in our quest to be paid back when she

Nathan. Nathan couldn't resist when he encountered such a straightforward nanny. "I will pay your salaries as soon as possible." The nanny said, "It's not just because the Hill family owes money that we don't want to stay. It's because your new wife is too abusive. She doesn't treat us like human beings at all. She wants to eat supper in the middle of the night, the water temperature must be forty degrees, and we have to be at her beck and call... If we are even a minute late, she will curse our ancestors for eighteen generations. I don't know if you have sand in your eyes or what, but you chose such an uncultured woman."

I woke up to a beautiful scene, Oliver had Noah in the sling. The two of them were lying on the armchair, I don't know why, but I felt happy at the sight in front of me. Oliver was drawing closer to his son, they were forming a bond and that made me, in a way, emotional. I had nothing to do with those two, I wasn't family, a friend, or even an acquaintance. I was the nanny who had been working in the house for two months, and speaking of months, tomorrow would be my birthday. I felt happy and, at the same time, sad. It would be an ordinary day, because there would be no family member or friend to congratulate me in person, and besides that, I would spend it at the hospital.

But the only missing piece of the puzzle was the person that caused all this mess. He was not even human enough to send at least an email or a message to apologize. That only meant one thing, if I took the job, he was going to pull that shit again, and my fragile pride could not take another insult from him. I had taken too much in life to be humiliated twice or thrice by someone who knew just my name. "Have you tried introducing them to another nanny, maybe they..." She interrupted me before I continued. "They would not even look at another nanny. Before you came, most of the nannies I interviewed were unwilling to commit fully to the kids. The ones that were, the kids were either too afrai

A nanny was already bathing her baby when she came into the room. "I'll soon finish up so you can breastfeed," the nanny said with a smile even though Scarlett had not asked her anything. She stepped out of the room and walked through the hallway. There was a door at the end of the hallway that she had not noticed before and she moved further and pushed lightly. The door opened up immediately and she saw a library that was filled with books to the brim. She was excited beyond words as she stepped in. She moved through different shelves, unsure of the kind of book she should take out. When she was overwhelmed, she sat at the study desk in the middle of the room. On the desk were a couple of b