What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 156: Sleep With Richardo?

Valentina led Sofia inside through the quieter back entrance, avoiding the main halls where voices and laughter drifted from. The back way was narrower, with staff doors and less decoration, but it was private and a more secure place where none of the relatives would find them.

"Wash up first, girls, and change into fresh clothes. Eat something light if you can. Then we’ll talk."

Sofia stopped walking for a moment, leaning against the wall.

"Talk? Did you say talk? Mom, I’m tired. I want to sleep in my own bed after suffering for more than forty-eight hours by lying on cold tiles and hard benches."

Bianca agreed, her voice weak. "Same here. We haven’t eaten properly in two days. We’re both starving, literally."

Valentina turned to them, her voice firm but full of care as she touched their arms.

"I know, my loves. I know it’s been hard. But this comes first... wash up, change, then go apologise to your grandfather. Properly this time. Grovel if you have to... he’s in a mood."

Sofia crossed her arms. "Apologise again? For what exactly? Haven’t we gotten punished enough?"

Valentina glanced around to make sure no staff were listening.

"You don’t understand anything. You have to apologise for everything... the disrespect, the chase, all of it. The rest of the family is here right now... Your cousins, aunts, uncles, and everyone hoping to impress him get picked as heir. We can’t lose ground. Not now."

Sofia groaned louder. "Heir, heir, heir... that’s all you think about. Even now? You’re not even worried about us!"

Valentina sighed, pulling them along gently.

"It’s everything for us. If we don’t play this right, we lose it all. Your father will..."

"No!" Both girls chorused as their mother flinched.

"We won’t be listening to whatever you want to say about that man," Bianca pulled Sofia along. "Come on, Sof. Let’s get it over with. Apologise, then crash."

"Yeah, I’d rather do that than listen to that talk about that strange man."

They headed upstairs to their rooms using the back stairs, the sounds of the family gathering faint below.

Valentina watched them go, worry etched on her face. She stared at her phone again... the last message to her husband still unread, no response even now. She whispered to herself, "Where are you when we need you?"

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Bianca and Sofia finished bathing quickly, the hot water helping wash away some of the grime and tension from the station. They changed into simple and fresh clothes that didn’t feel too nice but it made them look put-together again... and sat on Bianca’s bed for a minute, drying their hair with towels and brushing it out.

Sofia flopped back on the pillows, closing her eyes.

"I don’t want to go apologise. I just want my bed and sleep for a week."

Bianca towel-dried her hair vigorously. "Me too. My head’s pounding, and I’m starving. But Mom’s right... We have to do this first. Get it done, then rest with a clear mind."

Sofia sat up slowly, sighing deeply. "Fine. Let’s go. Quick apology, say sorry for everything, then sleep. I can’t deal with more drama today."

They stood, smoothing their dresses, and headed to Marco’s wing, the halls quieter up here away from the family noise below.

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However, Marco was in his private study where he sat busy for some hours. He sat in his comfortable chair, looking at documents his most trusted guards had brought... detailed information on Elias’s background, pieced together from old records and quiet inquiries.

The guard stood respectfully, explaining carefully as Marco read.

"I apologise but all I could find was old information, sir. It was hard to find complete details after so many years. But we confirmed Elias was adopted by the Kane couple when they had no children of their own. They found him unconscious at an abandoned playground one evening. The date on the report matches exactly what Valentina claimed about Alessandro’s supposed accident and death."

Marco’s eyes narrowed as he connected the dots, his fingers tracing the date on the page. The resemblance to his lost grandson, the timing... it all fit too neatly to ignore. His heart hoped Elias was Alessandro, returned somehow, but his mind cautioned against jumping to conclusions without proof.

"Keep looking," he said firmly. "Dig deeper if you need to. Search through hospital records, witnesses, anything. I need certainty."

"Understood sir!"

The guard nodded as he placed a hand on his chest. A soft sound at the door... footsteps pausing outside. He rushed to check, opening it cautiously with his hand near his side.

"Oh! It’s empty. I thought I heard someone."

Marco laughed lightly, waving him off.

"You’re too serious today. Relax... It’s probably just a maid passing or one of the family wandering too close."

The guard relaxed a bit, closing the door. "You heading down to see the family soon? They’re all waiting."

Marco shook his head, folding the papers carefully.

"No. Prepare the chopper instead... I’m going to the safe house."

The guard paused. "Sure about that, sir? With everyone here?"

Marco nodded. "Yes. I want to see Elias again. Today."

"I’ll begin then."

The guard started arrangements immediately, stepping out to make calls.

Meanwhile, Sofia and Bianca had paused in the third hall outside the study door, overhearing third words through the slight gap... the discussion about Elias being Alessandro, the matching date. Bianca whispered urgently, grabbing Sofia’s arm. "I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the one who heard that, right? Is grandfather talking about the same Elias? The one from that day?"

Sofia’s eyes widened.

"That’s impossible. Richardo killed him back then... we know that."

Sofia grabbed Bianca’s hand tighter.

"You have to sleep with that old grandpa again.. record him admitting he really killed Alessandro, or whatever happened. We need to show that man and prove that Alessandro is dead."

Bianca pulled back, shaking her head. "No way. I’m not doing that again."

Sofia leaned in, voice low and insistent.

"Listen here... if Elias is really Alessandro and he returns here as the mysterious grandson, he’ll be the heir. And when he finds out what we did... or what happened... he’ll take revenge. We can’t let that happen."

Bianca groaned, rubbing her temples.

"Fine. I’ll do it. But this better has to work."