"I... I accept," she whispered.
Her voice broken, her gaze dropping to the expensive rug. "I'll help you. As long as I can spend more time with Roushi."
"As long as you do your part, we have no right to separate you from your son," I replied, a cold look in my eyes.
But I knew Roushi would have a hard time warming up to her because of how she left him and shouted at him before leaving.
The child seemed to be smarter than his age, and he knew when there was a dispute or when he was not needed.
I stood up, feeling all the stress consuming me, leaving behind a pounding headache. I looked over at Yichen, who had settled down in another chair as he quietly watched me. I knew already that he had a lot to say with his prying looks.
"Nanny Chen!" I called out, my voice weaker than I intended.
