Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#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.

However, none of the schools piqued my interest. They were all either too far, not good enough for my daughter, or didn’t have the right extracurriculars. Maybe I was just being too harsh, and I was just looking for reasons to hate the schools. Either way, I decided not to choose any of them. Moana and Ella would be understandably upset, but I could make up for it. I could take Ella to a summer club with other children, or find her some friends who could come over for playdates…

only ever wanted Ella to be happy and healthy and to have plenty of 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, biting my

the pamphlet for a second time, it turned out that there was actually one school

it quite a few times since living here, and I knew how nice it was. It was an old building with tall windows and plenty of space outside. I remembered

it was the

still didn’t want my daughter

with my head in my hands as I tried and failed to come up with an alternative to sending Ella to school, I heard a knock on the

didn’t eat

nine o’clock at night. I simply shrugged. “I

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 leave after that, but, to no surprise, the old housekeeper looked down at my

away. The old housekeeper was always like this; she was more like a mother to me, or maybe an aunt, than an actual housekeeper. Not that I ever

bite of my

me. “Why not? Ella would love to go to

a moment, unsure of what to say. Selina looked back down at the pamphlet with the page open to the school that was down the