The Runaway Groom

Erma started bawling right then. "Please, I'm begging you! I really can't lose this job, or my family would die! We're all employees—from now on, you take care of the baby, and I'll take care of the housework! Can't we make this work?!"

As the occasional people who passed by stared at them, Lulu took a deep breath and stopped struggling.

Looking down at the hysterical Erma, she asked, "Could you stop embarrassing yourself? This is where Mr. Slate lives—the people living around this apartment are either rich or powerful. Are you sure you want to keep this up?"

Erma did a double take at that, and Lulu promptly seized the moment to pull her leg out of Erma’s grasp.

Seemingly startled, Luna started bawling in her arms, and Lulu promptly patted her back, coaxing, "It's alright, it's alright!"

she

to do this, since Mr. Slate would never suffer the likes of you. Don't hope that I'll get a good word in for you

But given the way Erma just freaked out? Lulu would die than let a woman like

gotten another job with your resume, but they would

Lulu left

incensed as she got to her feet, and spat, "Who do you think you are?! A mere babysitter, thinking you're the lady of the house just because you're paid? You're not the baby's

thing Lulu told her before she left. Even as everyone nearby shot her looks of disdain, she strode off in silence,

screen when she saw the familiar number. "What's wrong?" Zachary noticed

up, looking embarrassed. "I'm going to finance now to ask for this quarter's report!" Zachary