Chapter 4 — From Abandoned Bride to Tycoon's Nanny

The boy listened for a long time and then fell asleep, his small hand still holding my sleeve tightly. I carefully removed the boy's hand and covered him with the blanket properly. As I walked out the door, I still looked back. This child, in fact, just lacks a patient person by his side. On the morning of the fourth day, I took Niem Niem to Kinh Bac Children's Hospital. The butler drove us to the door. Exclusive entrance for VIP guests. Niem Niem's main treating doctor, surnamed Lam, in his forties, when he saw Niem Niem, his expression was very gentle.

“Nien Niem, are you coming to visit Uncle Lam today?”

Niem Niem hid behind me, half of her head sticking out.

“This person is…” Doctor Lam looked at me.

“To Van, Niem Niem's nanny.”

Doctor Lam pushed up his glasses and looked at me from top to bottom.

“You don't look much like a nanny.”

“Do you have appearance standards to be a nanny?”

He laughed and started doing tests for Niem Niem. After completing a series of routine tests, Dr. Lam pulled me aside.

"Nim Niem's physical indicators are normal, but his social communication ability and language development are still quite weak. I suggested increasing interactive exercises, but in the past he repelled all strangers..."

He hesitated, looking at Niem Niem playing with toys in the clinic.

"But today he was willing to come here with you. This is already a huge improvement. How many times have you been his nanny?"

"Ninth."

"I have met the previous eight people. No one can make Niem Niem sit quietly in the clinic like that. Have you studied Child Psychology?"

“Just study more.”

Doctor Lam's face changed.

“Students of Kinh Bac University?”

“Who is your instructor?”

“Professor Tran Thu Chinh.”

Doctor Lam stared at me for a few seconds.

"Professor Tran Thu Chinh's biological disciple? The one who won the Special Prize in the National Pediatric Pathology Competition, To Van?"

I didn't expect him to know.

"I read your thesis, it was written very well. Why did you..." He looked at me, as if he wanted to say it again.

“Life just pushes me.” I smiled lightly, "Doctor Lam, can you send me a detailed report of Niem Niem? I want to build some in-depth interaction plans based on the boy's condition."

Doctor Lam pushed up his glasses and his expression became extremely serious.

"Of course. Miss To, Niem Niem meeting you is truly his luck."

Coming out of the hospital, the housekeeper came to pick us up. Niem Niem sat in the back seat and took the initiative to pull the hem of my shirt.

“What's wrong, child?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?”

The boy nodded, said nothing more, but the corner of his mouth slightly raised. The housekeeper looked in the rearview mirror and almost swerved off course. Returning to the manor, the housekeeper instructed me: "Miss To, this afternoon Mr. Luc has guests coming to visit, you can just take the young master to stay on the second floor."

“Who is this guest?”

“Lady Luc.”

I was stunned.

“Mr. Luc is not…”

“Mr. Luc's ex-wife.” The butler's expression was quite delicate, "Young master's biological mother."

Niem Niem's mother? Didn't the boy say he didn't have a mother?

"I'm not at liberty to say much about the specifics." The butler lowered his voice, "But remember, no matter what happens, you absolutely must not let the young master Go downstairs.”

Two o'clock in the afternoon. Downstairs, the sound of high heels was heard. Every step carries an overwhelming aura. I was on the second floor drawing with Niem Niem when he suddenly stopped writing and his whole body stiffened. The boy heard it.

“Auntie.” The boy's voice was very small, "She's here."

The boy's hands are shaking. I squatted down, looking straight at the boy.

“Nien Niem, you don't want to see her, right?”

The boy shook his head.

“Then we won't see each other. We continue to paint.”

Downstairs, a woman's voice rang out, clear but with an indescribable harshness.

“Where is Niem Niem? Tell him to come down here, I want to see him!”

Luc Canh Tham's voice was very cold: "You don't have this right."

“I'm his mother!”

“She gave up custody when he was only six months old. Lam Di San, what exactly do you want here?

Lam Di San. I silently memorized this name. There was an argument downstairs for about twenty minutes. During that time, Lam Di San raised his voice countless times, each time Niem Niem's body trembled. I didn't say anything, just sat next to the boy, silently painting with him. It was finally quiet downstairs. The sound of high heels fades away. Niem Niem put down her brush, crawled to my side, and buried her face in my arm.

“Auntie.” The boy's voice was sad.

“Auntie, don't go.”

The bridge of my nose is stinging.

“Don't go.”

At dusk, Luc Canh Tham went upstairs. He stood in front of Niem Niem's room, seeing the boy leaning against me sleeping soundly, he was silent for a while.