His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 162: A Parent’s Fears

Edrick

When Moana brought up the idea of sending Ella to school all of a sudden, I felt my blood run cold. The thought of sending Ella away every day, where anything horrible could have happened to her, made me feel sick. Throughout the entire eight years so far of her existence, I had done such a good job of keeping her safe and away from the public eye. Even when I announced her existence to the news, I knew that I would eventually have to start bringing her to public events along with Moana, but I still didn’t think that I would ever send her to school. I had plenty of money to hire the best tutors for her, and her education so far was excellent.

But, at the same time, I knew that Moana was right to an extent. School wasn’t just about learning; it was also about children being given the chance to socialize, form bonds with other children, and get exposed to different types of people and different environments.

Even then, I still wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to let her go. Between my father, Ella’s mother, and the paparazzi, I was terrified about the idea of sending her to school.

I initially tossed Moana’s pamphlet down on my desk and chose to ignore it. And I did a good job of ignoring it at first as I got some work done on my computer, but after a while it was almost as though the pamphlet was inching its way closer into my field of vision, taunting me, begging me to look at it. And finally, with a sigh, I decided to flip through it. What was the harm in that, right?

As I flipped through it, it immediately became apparent that Moana had put quite a lot of work into her research. She had pictures of each school, their locations, the names of their principals, reviews taken from the internet, and a lot of other information. That alone was what kept me flipping, and soon enough I looked up at the clock to realize that I had spent almost half an hour thoroughly reading through information on fifteen different schools without even noticing how much time had passed.

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opportunities in her life. I didn’t want to be the reason that she felt cooped up all her life, and I especially didn’t want her feeling bitter toward me about it when she grew up. So,

time, it turned out that

living here, and I knew how nice it was. It was an old building with tall windows and plenty of space outside. I remembered walking past on multiple occasions and seeing the children playing on a fenced-in playground while teachers watched them. Not only that, but it offered pre-kindergarten all the way through high school, which meant that Ella

was

didn’t want

hands as I tried and failed to come up with an alternative to sending Ella

didn’t eat your

was after nine o’clock at night. I simply shrugged.

of food in her hands. It was a cup of tea and a slice of toast with jam, and as she came closer, I realized that I was actually hungry now. I thanked her when she set the tray down and expected her to

was more like a mother to

sort of,” I replied with a shrug as I took a bite of my toast, trying to

at me. “Why not? Ella would love to

froze for a moment, unsure of what to say. Selina looked back down at the