Nanny For Young Master's
Genius 54 - Mother

Nanny sighed softly. His gaze was fixed on Carver who was now still in a state of unconsciousness.

His hand slowly stretched out rubbing the sweat that poured down his forehead using the handkerchief in his grasp.

It's already day three, and why hasn't he realized yet?

I hope the young master comes to his senses soon. I really want to, young master get up and play like before.

Nanny leaned her head against the edge of the bed. Both hands are now folded, becoming a base for his head.

It feels really boring. I can only shut up and wait for the young master to come to his senses here, while the other maids and maids in this house do their respective duties so well.

"Hoam.." Nanny shut her mouth. It evaporates wide. Although just sitting and waiting for Carver to wake up, but it still feels tiring. Especially if pressed with a huge feeling of boredom.

"I'm getting sleepy" murmured Nanny. He leaned his head against the folds of his hand. His eyes felt heavy, and his gaze began to unfocus. In just two to three minutes, Nanny fell asleep.

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"Huft~" The boy sighed softly. Boredom really made him not be able to do much. He is now sitting on a thick grass.

"It turns out that even though I am comfortable and feel free because no one forbids me, it still feels bored" he murmured slowly.

Carver sat in a position hugging both knees.

"I want to go home…"

Taps! Taps!

Carver's attention instantly shifted when the sound of someone's footsteps was heard. She turned to the sound and found a woman standing in front of her in a simple white dress that only covered her calves.

Carver squinted both of his eyes. He could not see clearly how his face was. The scorching sunlight was too blocking her view, especially the white color on the woman's dress had actually seized it.

Despite this, Carver could still see his lips smiling wryly towards her.

Carver frowned.

Carver was silent without a word. For some reason, but the woman gave off an aura that felt familiar. There was a comfortable feeling that seemed to have existed before. The feeling he had longed for, and the feeling he had lost from his life.

Wush…

The wind blew against her stricken hair. Carver rounded his two eyes which in an instant turned teary.

Carver woke up slowly. Now he stood face to face with the woman who had just arrived.

"Mother.." For some reason, but that sentence just escaped from her mouth. Simultaneously, his body reflexes approached the woman and hugged her tightly.

Carver cried without realizing it.

The woman hugged him back.

"I miss my mom…"

"Mom misses you too, baby."

"Where's mom been this long? Why did you leave me alone? I want to go with mom…"

The woman stroked their arms and squatted down, aligning her gaze with Carver's. Both of his hands wiped away the tears that were now flowing, wetting both of his cheeks.

"You can't go with me, baby…"

The woman's hand rubbed the top of her head with a smile.

"Why?" Carver raised next to his eyebrows—bingung.

"Because you have to accompany your father. You have to take care of her, okay?"

"I don't want to be with Dad! I don't love me." Carver bowed.

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