The Nanny's Hidden Affair: Pregnant with My Father's Child

Meylin Lawrence? The name somehow sounded a bit familiar.

Oh, I remembered now.

All these years, I had been busy with my studies and my company's various affairs. So, I asked my father to find a few caregivers for my mother. He kept looking for a while to find a few, but he was not satisfied with any of them.

Back then, I thought my dad was very concerned about my mom, believing that no one could take good care of her. Later, through a friend, I found a caregiver experienced in taking care of vegetative patients.

Years passed in the blink of an eye. My father found another female caregiver for my mother, claiming that one person was not enough to take good care of her.

I thought that with my father's picky personality, he would definitely find someone caring. It turned out that he did find a caring caregiver, but it seemed like she was more caringto his needs.

After the two of them went downstairs, my dad introduced the woman to me. He even asked me to call her Aunt Mey. Instead of listening to him, I rolled my eyes and then sat on the sofa, peeling an orange.

My dad scolded me, "How can you be so rude? Aunt Mey hasn't even sat down yet and you are already seated!"

Meylin gave me a meaningful look, raised her hand and gently patted my father's chest to calm him down. "It's alright. Young people are all like this."

She turned to me and said, "I heard from Mr. Kennedy that you're not dating anyone currently. You know, my son is pretty good-looking and has a great personality. Would you like to meet him?"

Seeing that I was not saying a word, a hint of embarrassment appeared on the woman's face. My father got a little angry, "Are you mute or deaf? Aunt Mey is talking to you. You heard her, didn't you?"

The woman frowned and gently reprimanded my father, "Keep your voice down, Mr. Kennedy. Zoey is still so young. She will be more sensible once she's married and has a man to discipline her."

My dad seemed to think of something and his gaze darkened as he stared at me. I ignored the two of them and went upstairs to see my mom.

The old caregiver looked much more haggard than three months before, her face etched with worry. When she saw me push open the door and enter, she was like seeing a savior. "Miss Kennedy, you're finally back!"

I raised my finger to my lips and shushed her. I signaled to her to be quiet as there was someone outside listening. The caregiver immediately understood what I meant, "Miss, you wouldn't believe how well Meylin and I take care of Mrs. Kennedy."

I followed her to approach my mother, lying in bed.

Her eyes were closed and her face seemed so pale that it could not mask her inherent beauty. However, the moment the caregiver lifted my mother's sleeve, my breath hitched in an instant. My pupils constricted sharply and my nails dug deeply into my palms.

Bruises, clearly from pinching, covered her fair skin.

The caregiver cast a sympathetic eye on me, showering Meylin and Dad with fake praise. "Meylin is a picture of efficiency, both in her looks and work ethic," she said. "She takes such wonderful care of your mother, which is a huge relief for me. Also, Mr. Kennedy simply adores her. Honestly, I can't imagine running this important job without her."

I fought back tears in my eyes, biting my lip hard.

"I see. Then, I should definitely need to thank Aunt Mey and Dad properly later."

"After all, I was not at home and you couldn't even contact me. With me unreachable, someone had to step in and take good care of things here."

We waited for the person outside the door to leave and the caregiver sighed helplessly, "They're trying to push me away, finding a reason to replace me."

"Actually, Meylin has been sneaking into your mother's room, taking whatever jewelry catches her fancy."

The caregiver has worked in many wealthy households, so she had seen many unspeakable things.

Taking a proactive stance, I handed the caregiver my private number, asking her to keep an eye on Meylin for me.