Behind the crystal screen, a melodious and delicate voice sounded, "You must be Erik's nanny who has took care of him over the years, right? Nice to meet you."
It was Charlee.
She was stunning, as beautiful as her images on the refined photos on the Internet. Her beautiful eyes looked at me up and down and bitterly commented, "You do look like a nanny."
I wanted to retort but didn't think it was necessary.
I disliked the female competition. Besides, I was leaving soon.
However, Charlee added, "Since you are here, help us take care of Erik. He's on fever. I also don't feel well. I'm afraid I cannot look after him."
Erik had a fever to 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and his face was reddish. He looked very pitiful.
I really wanted to restrain the overflowing pity, but he was the child who I had taken care of for five years and called me Mom for five years.
Therefore, I stayed and took care of him.
I hadn't seen him for almost six months since Zachary sent him to Yodruland to reunite with Charlee.
I had become a stranger for him. When I held him gently in my arms, he still cried and wanted his mother.
I didn't think he wanted me. Instead, he wanted to see Charlee, who stayed on the third floor.
She was living in the "forbidden area" of the villa now.
A few years ago, not long after I married Zachary, I accidentally walked to the third floor and broke into the dark and luxurious bedroom on the right.
The champagne-colored curtain was closed, and the wall was full of photos, all of which were Charlee.
"What are you doing here?" Zachary's icy voice suddenly sounded behind me. "Didn't the housekeeper tell you not to come to the third floor? This is a forbidden area."
His voice was harsh. Since then, I had realized Zachary could never forget Charlee.
He loved her so much. His heart was like the villa with a restricted area that I couldn't enter.
Now Charlee was back. She led a lively life on the third floor every day. She sang out loud and danced the rumba, which she broadcast live every day.'
When Erik was crying because of the fever, Charlee was singing a jazz song.
"Mom... Mom..." Erik pointed at the ceiling, his eyes full of desire for maternal love.
I felt both sorry and bitter.
Children are born with attachment to their birth mothers. I was the one taking care of him, but he only wanted Charlee.
Repressing my bitterness and jealousy, I carefully help him bring down the temperature, got him changed into dry clothes, and coaxed him to bed.
He was still young, but his nose had already became straight. His delicate features reminded me of Zachary.
I was in a daze for a while. Suddenly, I thought of my feelings for Zachary. I had never thought it through before as I didn't have the guts.
I was afraid to find I had fallen in love too deeply with him.
How stupid it was to fall in love with someone who had already loved someone else!
I sighed softly. Unconsciously, tears had wet my face.
I told myself to be strong and cut off the relationship with the Mason family as soon as possible.
Three days later, Erik finally recovered completely. At the same time, Zachary also boarded the plane to fly back.
I made an appointment for divorce on the website of the court again.
I asked for a week's leave from the special education school before coming to Hoginia.
When I was taking care of Erik, I was also worried about my students.
Therefore, I called my coworkers to ask about them.
Much to my surprise, Esme Gill, one of my coworkers, asked, "Ms. Murray? Haven't you resigned? Why are you calling?"
My heart jolted. I asked with a smile, "Are you kidding me? I just asked for leave, not resigned. Stop kidding."
"No, your husband resigned for you. He said your home was in Hoginia, and you'd stay in Hoginia and never come back."