Nanny to the billionaire's heart

She had been pacing for what felt like an eternity, anxiously awaiting any scrap of news about her mother.

" Her voice quivered with desperation as she stepped

path down the corridor. His silence grated on her nerves, but Olivia refused t

Her voice cracked, tears welling up in her e

om her grasp. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he began in a rehearsed tone, "t

She turned to see her younger sister, Clara, sta

was small and hesitant, barely audi

t embrace. "She'll be okay," she murmured, trying to inject confi

ing moment. Finally, the doors to the room where their mother lay hooked up to monitors and

rs dispersed without a word, leaving a solita

e doctor said gently, finally

ome tonight, use this for yourself," Olivia instructed, pres

Olivia's firm gaze brooked no argument. Nodding silently,

in silence to a small, cramped office tucked

politely, gesturing towards a worn

sely, her voice strained with worry

thy and professional detachment. "Your mother requires immediate surgery within

gravity of his words. "And how much will the surgery cost?" she asked,

er-of-factly, his tone unwavering desp

ling. "How on earth am I supposed to afford

ening marginally. "We can proceed once your ou

all you care about?" she cried, her voice trembling with a mi

hardened, his professional demeanor slipping sl

ts spinning with fear and desperation. She leaned against the cool wall of the hos

erself, her voice wavering. "How am I

desperation for money, she r

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chair, his posture

the watch. Without hesitation, she presented it

ing slightly as she o

tent fool?" His voice was sharp, and the maid inst

me!" Her voice wavered with fe

id she do wrong?" Mrs. Jones's concern was evident as she addressed Alex, who, known for his terse m

her," he ordered coldly, then turned to leave. The maid's tears flowed fre

ake sure she understands," Mrs. Jones plead

like a mother since his birth,

rong," Alex muttered cryptically, le

as he strode swiftly towards the mansion's exit. Mrs. Jones hur

entured, trying to change the subject

me," Alex replied brusquely, his face

They need you," Mrs. Jones implor

d sharply, heading towards the garage. Sam, his loyal driver, opened the car door, and Alex climbed in without another word. T