"I didn't come here to be a nanny, Mr. Collins," I asserted, my voice filled with conviction. I gently pushed the child forward, his eyes brimming with a mix of longing and disappointment.
The old woman stepped in, taking the child from my grasp and comforting him with gentle pats on his back. The woman standing beside her, arms crossed in annoyance, questioned my presence. "Who is she?" she demanded to know.
Andrew, without missing a beat, replied, "My nurse," before making his way inside the villa. As I followed him, my eyes scanned the surroundings, taking note of the woman's piercing gaze. She leaned in, her voice a mere whisper as she issued a warning, "I know the likes of you. Don't ever think of it. You won't get him."
