Nanny For Young Master's
Genius 62 - Crying

"Stop calling me that! I'll prove I'm not a lousy kid!" carver snapped with a face so red so upset.

"In that case, why are you moody?"

Carver was silent. His expression changed abruptly from one that initially looked so angry to one that was a little calmer.

The man lowered his head. Again his face looked gloomy.

"A-i'm just disappointed," he said.

"Huh?" Nanny showed a confused face. He didn't understand why Carver was disappointed.

"I think after the day happened, Dad didn't hate me anymore. But it turns out, I was wrong."

"Dad still hates me…"

Carver's voice was getting heavier. It was as if it was difficult for him to reveal everything he had in mind.

Nanny silently looked at her face. Every second that Carver's face changed. His expression this time was like crying.

Nanny could see so clearly her beautiful eyes started to glaze over, and her nose started to turn red slowly.

"I think you saw me that day because you accepted me. But as soon as this morning there was a waiter who came and brought me breakfast, I realized. It turns out dad still hates me…"

Carver was suddenly silent. The boy could not tell me anymore. Nah! More precisely do not want to tell a story anymore, because his chest feels tight and his tears are increasingly trying to come out. Carver doesn't want to see all that in front of Nanny.

So..., that's what's been bothering her mind since? He deserves to be so moody. I think why…

It seemed that he was very disappointed that master Duke had not even come to have breakfast with him.

Poor young master. He must be very sad.

Nanny silently watched him. Seeing Carver like this really makes Nanny sad. Nanny's two eyes involuntarily began to tear up, and she nearly burst into tears.

Nanny got up from her place and immediately approached the man. He hugged her from behind spontaneously.

Carver widened his eyes as soon as Nanny hugged him tightly to calm him down.

"I see, this must be very sad for you. It's okay if you want to cry" whispered Nanny in her arms.

Carver pushed Nanny's body slowly. "I'm not crying!" cut it with a tinge.

"Crying is only for the weak, and I am not weak. I'm a strong man." Carver bragged. But from behind her sentence, Nanny could clearly see that the boy was still trying to hold back his tears.

"Crying doesn't mean you're weak. Besides how can you conclude that someone crying is a weak person?"

"Zelda always said. She said I shouldn't cry because I'm a boy. He also said that crying is only for the weak."

Nanny was quite surprised by Carver's words just now. He didn't expect Zelda to say such a thing to a child like Carver.

"Listen to me young master." Nanny clasped Carver's hand. His eyes clashed with Carver, who was now silent.

"What Zelda said was a lie. Anyone can cry, and you don't have to endure it. Crying is a form of emotion. Crying does not mean weak, but the one who cannot cry is weak. Because even they can't vent their emotions."

Carver was getting teary, and soon the boy was crying so fast. He involuntarily hugged Nanny so tightly.

Nanny returned Carver's embrace. He caressed her back full of tenderness.

"I hope you don't hold back your emotions anymore. Whatever you feel, please tell me. I'll try to help you get everything done." whispered Nanny.

...*...

"Are there any updates on the new nanny?" ask Karl who made Gray switch focus on him.

"I heard Nanny had managed to persuade the young master to attend Madam Colins' class today."

"More, besides. Madam Colins had a chance to talk to Nanny, and Nanny promised that the young master would never skip again."

"uh? Is that true?" Karl looked at Gray with a look of disbelief.

"Yes, sir." Gray nodded his head slowly.

Apparently, he can do his job well too. I thought he would fail all his duties, but he didn't. Karl ingratin.

She recalls the incident when she asked Nanny to be her son's nanny. But somehow every time he remembered the woman, every time Karl also remembered the figure of another woman who had been present in his life.

...*...

Carver fell silent. After crying for quite a while, the child could finally feel a little calm. Nanny wiped away the tears that had soaked her cheeks.

Her cheeks were soaked from crying too much. It seemed that he really wanted to be able to spend a lot of time with master Duke.

I-i understand. What child does not want to spend time with their parents? Moreover, the young master is still very small. He still needs a lot of attention and affection from both his parents.

Unfortunately, the Duchess's mistress is gone, and the young master can only rely on the affection of the Duke's master.

But the Duke didn't even give her the affection she needed. Mr. Duke instead tends to focus too much on all his work.

I know he's busy. But, I only regret him for abandoning his only son like this.

"Done." Nanny smiled knot.

Carver only glanced at him briefly before bowing his head again.

"Hm..., instead of us sitting here and you continuing to grieve, how about we do something else?"

"Another thing?"

"Yes, such as for example going for a walk or playing a game that you like. How's it?"

"Hm.." Carver was silent for a moment. Trying to figure out what they should do.

"All right, I agree!" after thinking for a moment.

"Okay, then let's do something nice so that the young master doesn't feel sad anymore. Is there anything you like? Or maybe there's something you want to do?"

"I want to play outside."

"Out?"

"In the garden!"

"All right, let's go!" Nanny moved out of her place. He then put the handkerchief he held onto the table. After that, he took Carver away.

"How about after that, we go to the library and read a book? I can find a fairy tale book for you and read it later tonight."

"I want another book! That's exciting."

"Haha, I'll try to find it."

Nanny and Carver walk out of the room. They went to the park to play together. Afterwards, they spent time in the library reading books.

As promised, Nanny also found an interesting book to read later tonight.

After doing everything they want, Carver and Nanny return to the room because it's time for dinner.

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