What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 158: To Be The Heir!

Maria smiled, relieved at the apparent respect for her boundaries.

"Thanks. You’re the first to respect my privacy like that without pushing for details. It’s nice for a change. Do you want some fruit? I’d just cut some apples, bananas, and a few berries. It’s good for energy after a long day."

Bianca scoffed lightly, her smile turning sharper, the sweetness dropping like a mask.

"No thanks. I don’t need it. Someone needs it way more than I do... the unknown bastard in your belly."

Maria froze, her smile dropping instantly, the knife still in her hand as colour drained from her face. The word "bastard" hit hard, like a slap she didn’t see coming. Of course, it wasn’t the first time anyone had said it to her. Ever since she got here, she has been hearing whispers in the halls when people thought she wasn’t listening. There were also comments made about her behind her back at family dinners or gatherings.

She even overheard her aunts and other family members call her child that, speculating about the father or judging her for getting pregnant without a husband in sight. But to have someone say it to her face, straight out without shame or hesitation? It stung deep, bringing a rush of hurt and anger that made her throat tight. She sniffed to hide the tears building in her eyes, forcing a shaky smile as she gathered her composure.

"I’ll... be leaving now. Do enjoy your day."

She took her bowl of diced fruit, her hands trembling a bit as she balanced it carefully, and walked past Bianca, who let out a soft mocking laugh under her breath.

"Oh don’t leave now, Maria," Bianca’s eyes followed her as she folded her hands. "Everyone has been curious about who the real father of that unborn thing is. You refused to speak... since I’m your cousin, won’t you tell me? I promise, no one would know about it."

Maria swallowed hard as the kitchen suddenly became silent. She rubbed her hand on her belly as she burst out of the kitchen.

When she walked passed Sofia, Sofia just ignored her, not saying a word or even looking her way, and walked to her sister. "That wasn’t nice, Bianca. She looked like she was about to cry."

Bianca shrugged, unbothered as she opened the fridge.

"She just walked away, isn’t that rude? Anyway, I wasn’t trying to be nice. She’s always acting so innocent... needed a reminder that we all know what’s going on."

Sofia shook her head but couldn’t help a small laugh.

"You’re terrible. Now, what can we eat? I could literally eat anything... even that spoiled meat from before if it’s still around."

Bianca glanced at the fridge contents. "Let’s see. Eggs, bread... simple stuff. I’ll scramble some eggs, you toast the bread."

Sofia nodded, grabbing the loaf.

"Deal. I’m starving."

"Yeah. Yeah! We’re both starving. After our rest, make sure you spend some time with that old fart."

Bianca rolled her eyes when she heard that. She closed the fridge as she placed the eggs in a bowl.

"You sure are interested in this case than Mother. Do you wish to be the heir?"

Sofia tilted her head softly with her back facing Bianca.

"Heir? That’s a rare word in my dictionary, Sofie." She pulled the toaster lever down and grinned. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

’Since there are two of us... One of us would be chosen as the heir. But if I have a video of you fucking an old man, then it’ll be just me... Lil sister.’

She turned and smiled at Bianca, hiding her expression.

"You should be the heir since you’re the youngest."

Bianca waved her hand as she shook her head.

"Do I look responsible enough? It can only be you, Sister... Except, Elias turns out to be our cousin. What do we do then?"

"What Richardo couldn’t do years ago. We’ll kill him, and he’ll have his second death the moment he sets foot in here."

"Oh! I like that." Bianca giggled and started preparing the eggs.

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Meanwhile, at the Caldwell mansion, Raymond was busy enjoying his morning in the sunroom. The large windows let in the warm light, and he sat comfortably with a newspaper spread out and a cup of coffee, the steam rising gently as he read the headlines. Birds sang outside in the garden, a peaceful backdrop to the quiet room. The butler approached quietly, bowing slightly.

"Sir, your ex-wife is here again. This is her fifth visit this week."

Raymond groaned, folding the paper with a rustle.

"Tell the guards to throw her away. I’m not in the mood for her drama today."

The butler suggested calmly, his voice even and respectful.

"Perhaps listen to her this time, sir? Reject her properly so she stops coming and disturbing your peace."

Raymond sighed, setting the coffee down. "Fine. Send her in.. but make it quick. I have important things to do."

Isabella walked in a minute later, sitting opposite him at the table without waiting for an invitation.

"I would’ve complained about being ignored again, but I don’t care about that anymore. I’ll go straight to why I’m here. You have to do something about Nathan’s obsession with that peasant boy. It’s getting out of hand. I’m sure that boy has charmed our son. He’s not himself."

Raymond yawned deliberately, leaning back in his chair. "Are you done?"

Isabella gasped, her eyes widening.

"Excuse me? This is serious since it’s concerning our son’s future."

Raymond shrugged. "I can’t do anything about Nathan’s obsession with anyone. He’s free to marry whoever he wants. He’s old enough to decide for himself now."

She argued back, leaning forward. "They don’t fit at all. Elias is low class... Nathan deserves better, someone from our level. We have to arrange a nice girl for him, someone suitable with background and connections."

Raymond listened to her argument for a minute, then shook his head. "I don’t want my son repeating the same mistake I made."

Isabella frowned, confused. "What mistake did you make?"

Raymond said plainly, "Marrying the wrong person."

Isabella was silent for a moment, her face paling.

"Marrying the wrong person? Are you referring to me? Did you ever love me?"

Raymond waved it off. "We’re over. I don’t need to answer such questions."

Isabella banged her hand on the table, the sound sharp.

"I asked a question and you must answer. Did you ever love me?"