Thomas Brodie Sangster Nanny Mcphee Novels & Stories

Nothing that stupid nanny hag says will be enough to make him set me aside. "God, why did Mr. D send me here to get you?" were the first words Miss Bluejay said right before she waved two men in to take care of Nanny Brewster. She pressed her oversized sunglasses firmly onto her nose before adding, "Remember, leave no trace and keep it quiet this time! We don't want anyone snooping and calling the cops." The two men holding Nanny Brewster nod, one of them punching the nasty smelling crone across her crooked yellow teeth. She passes out instantly. Probably for the better. She isn't going to want to be awake for what happens next.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”