Chapter 12 — From Abandoned Bride to Tycoon's Nanny

He didn't look at me. But his side profile is covered with a layer of light.

“Mr. Luc —”

“Call me Canh Tham.”

“… It's not very convenient.”

“What's so inconvenient?”

“I'm your babysitter.”

He finally turned to look at me. In those eyes, which were always as calm as ice, a strange light flashed.

"You're not just a nanny. You never were."

My heart was pounding. But I still kept my mind and said that sentence.

“Mr. Lu, we shouldn't—”

“I'm not confessing.” He interrupted me, "I'm expressing my attitude. You are someone I recognize, not my hired employee. How things will turn out in the future depends on you."

After speaking, he left. I stood there, stunned by the wind for a long time. To Van, please calm down. Leave, can't calm down. In the days that followed, I tried to get my life back to its normal rhythm. Stay with Niem Niem, take care of Niem Niem, focus all your attention on Niem Niem. Niem Niem's progress is increasingly evident. The boy began to proactively greet the kitchen aunts. The boy began to sit in the living room on the first floor. Even when Luc Canh Tham was having an online meeting, the boy obediently sat in the corner of the study room drawing pictures. Dr. Lam has sent the latest assessment report.

"Nien Niem's social communication index has increased forty percent, and the frequency of language use is three times higher than three months ago. Miss To, you did very well."

Looking at the report, I breathed a sigh of relief. At least in Niem Niem's story, I was able to do it. Day twenty. To Uyen Thanh's wedding has a ten-day countdown. Her circle of friends turned into a wedding countdown column. Every day a poster counts down, accompanied by increasingly cheesy status lines.

“Only 10 days left to become Mrs. Chu.”

“My wedding dress was designed specifically in Paris, limited edition of three sets worldwide.”

I just glanced over and took a look. But early that evening, a phone call came. It's To Kien Quoc.

“Van Van —”

“If you have something to say, please say it.”

“Did… did you investigate something?”

His voice was shaking.

“What is what?”

"Stop pretending! Someone found Dad's casino debt from the past, and... and the story from that year, too. Van Van, don't do anything wrong. That story is over, what's the use of digging it up?"

“It's over?” My voice was cold, "Professor Tran's reputation is ruined, my future is ruined, are you saying it's over?"

“Dad was also forced into a corner —”

"You were forced into a corner, so you sold your daughter's life cheaply. To Kien Quoc, do you think that as long as I don't know about this, I will never prosecute her?"

"Van Van! Listen to me, if this story is exposed, I will have to go to jail! Do you have the heart to see me in jail?"

“So you have the heart to ruin my future?”

The other end of the line was silent.

“Have you already told the lawyer?”

“Guess what.”

"To Van! This piece of porridge! I raised you for twenty years -"

"When did you raise me? All my tuition from childhood to adulthood was earned by my mother's hard work. And you? Your money is all used to gamble and support To Uyen Thanh's mother."

“To Kien Quoc, I give you one last chance. Before To Uyen Thanh's wedding day, he went to the police station to confess and explain everything about the past. If you don't go, I will ask a lawyer to go on your behalf."

“You're crazy! Next week Uyen Thanh is getting married! You caused this at this time —”

“Isn't that just beautiful?”

I hung up the phone. Fingers trembled for a few seconds. Then became calm again. Five minutes later. To Uyen Thanh's phone call came.

“To Van! What do you want to do anyway?

“Do you know everything? What did your father tell you?”

“You can't touch dad! You can't—”

“To Uyen Thanh, who do you think you are? When you were driving the Porsche you bought with the money my father sold me out, did you think about today?

“You speak ambiguously! That car was bought by Tu Hien!”

“My father gave the down payment to her mother, and her mother transferred it to her. Do you think I can't find out?"

The other end of the line was silent for three seconds.

“To Van, what do you want?”

“I don't want anything. I just need a fair one.”

"Fair? What right does a nanny like you have to demand justice?”

“Just wait.”

I hung up. This time I didn't delete the number. Because there's still good drama ahead. Day twenty-two. To Uyen Thanh's wedding counts down eight days. A parcel was sent to the manor. Brought up by the butler.

“Miss To, your parcel.”

I opened it to see. It's a bridesmaid dress.