Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 248: The Matriarch

Edrick

Within an hour, Moana and I were nervously walking up the front steps to my parents’ mansion.

We left Ella with Selina just in case we walked in on anything sinister. The house was mostly dark, which was out of the ordinary. As I slowly opened the front door, I felt my heart catch in my throat.

“Hello?” I called out, holding Moana’s hand as I stepped into the large foyer. “Mom?”

There was no answer. Moana and I exchanged nervous glances and walked in a little further.

“Verona?” Moana called, cupping her hands around her mouth to make her voice travel further. “Are you there?!”

Still no answer. We decided to head into the sitting room, where my mother often liked to be during her free time, but it was dark and empty. At this point, I was starting to get even more nervous.

“I swear, if that bastard did anything to her…” I growled, “I’ll—”

Moana gasped. “Look!” she said, pointing behind me. I followed her finger to see what looked like a small fire outside.

The two of us quickly ran out the patio door toward the fire, then across the garden. As we ran, we saw a lone figure standing by the fire.

It was my mother. She was standing by the fire pit, in her dressing gown, and was tossing what looked like pieces of paper into the flames.

“Mom!” I exclaimed, running up to her. “You’re alright!”

“Oh, darling!” my mother replied. She grabbed my face and kissed my cheeks, then did the same to Moana. “I was so worried about you…”

to see that they weren’t papers

wanting to do that for ages, darling,” she said, flashing a

out a sigh and tossed one of the photographs into the fire myself. It did actually feel good

taking a step

“No. Although he did threaten to hurt you two, as well as Ella. He tossed my phone right in the fountain, if you’ll believe it! And then he just took

“So

Said that I should learn to mind my own business for once. Hah!

help but smile at seeing my mom still being as witty as ever despite what had happened. She tossed the rest of the photographs into the fire all at once, and the three

My mother turned to face the two of us.

the kettle on the stove. “Where are the servants?”

Moana with nothing but sympathy in her eyes. “Once I can get my phone and my things in order,

started to heat up, the three of us sat around the kitchen counter. Finally, I started to explain

…

was finished with both my story and my tea, my mother stared down at the leaves in

Verona,” Moana said quietly. “This

suddenly jerked her head up with a wild look on her face and gripped Moana’s hand tightly. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence. None of this is your fault. If it wasn’t you, then it would have been someone else. He already took that prostitute’s life all those years

silence, filled only by the sound of

and spoke. “He’s going to prison, mom,” I

I have both been waiting for this day. And trust me when I say that I’ll certainly be getting

one to pity yourself,” I said, patting her hand.

rest of her tea. Suddenly, I heard her

“You’ll marry her?”

wanted to widen, and coughed slightly. “Y-Yes… I think so. Do I