What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 166: Secret Postponed!

Marco was on a call with the guards who found Sofia in his room. The chopper hummed steadily beneath him as it flew over the city.

He held the phone to his ear, the guard’s voice crackling slightly through the connection. Marco laughed, leaning back in his seat. "What in the world is she looking for in an old man’s room? Money? Jewelry? My secret stash of candy?"

The guard on the other end paused, then responded carefully. "She won’t talk yet, sir. She’s just sitting there, glaring at me for reporting. But if you’d allow it, we’ll get it out of her."

Marco chuckled again, shaking his head. "No need for that. Let her go. She’s my granddaughter... probably just curious or looking for something silly. Kids these days."

The guard sounded surprised. "Sir? Are you sure? She was rummaging through your papers."

Marco waved his hand dismissively, even though the guard couldn’t see it. "Yes, I’m sure. Release her. No harm done. But keep an eye on her... discreetly. I don’t want any family drama."

"Yes, sir. We’ll let her go now."

Marco disconnected the call with a tap and handed his phone back to the guard sitting beside him in the chopper. The man took it, slipping it into a pocket. "Secure my room from now on," Marco said, his voice firmer. "Now that a bunch of people are in the house... I mean, with relatives everywhere... I don’t want them snooping around my floor. Double the locks if you have to. Only you and the head staff get keys."

The guard nodded quickly. "Understood, sir. I’ll make preparations as soon as we land back. I’ll add extra patrols too, just in case."

Marco leaned his head against the window, watching the landscape shift from city to suburbs.

"Good. Family’s family, but privacy is privacy."

The guard agreed quietly. "Yes, sir."

They got to the safe house soon after, the chopper descending smoothly onto the helipad in the backyard. The estate was peaceful in the morning light, the grass dewy and the house quiet.

As Marco stepped out, adjusting his coat against the cool breeze, he saw the twins and Lila were outside to welcome him. It was something they did every day since Viktor left... waiting eagerly, waving as the chopper landed. The twins ran up with big smiles, their pyjamas still on, hair messy from sleep. Lila stood a bit behind.

"Grandpa!" Dante shouted, reaching him first. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Marco hugged them tightly, his walking stick hooked over his arm. "My boys! And Lila... good morning, all of you."

Dario pulled at his coat. "Did you bring gifts? You said you would!"

Marco laughed, ruffling their hair. "Of course I did. I brought gifts for everyone. Go see... the men will bring them in."

The twins rushed to the chopper, peeking inside excitedly. The guards unloaded the bags... heavy with wrapped boxes... and carried them into the house, the kids following, chattering about what could be inside. "I bet it’s toys!" Dario said.

"No, books or games!" Dante guessed.

Marco watched them go, then turned to Lila. She was standing there, hands in her pockets, looking a bit sleepy but happy. "And where’s Elias?" he asked, patting her shoulder gently.

Lila smiled. "He’s busy with some holiday project in his room. Been at it all morning."

Marco nodded, patting her hair affectionately. "Good girl. Run along inside... don’t catch a cold."

As Lila headed in, pretending not to overhear anything, Marco signalled the guard beside him. The man handed over a thick envelope from his jacket pocket. Marco took it, feeling the weight of the papers inside. The guard looked uneasy. "Sir, are you sure Elias should see this? It’s heavy stuff. He might not be ready to receive the report on his parents’ death."

Marco tucked the envelope under his arm. "He has to see it. The truth can’t stay hidden forever. Even if it hurts."

The guard nodded reluctantly. "As you say, sir."

Lila, walking ahead, had overheard bits of it. Her heart skipped. She wondered who killed her parents, the question nagging at her. But she pretended not to have heard, keeping her face neutral as she entered the house.

The old man headed upstairs, his walking stick tapping on the steps as he climbed slowly. He knocked on Elias’s door before entering.

Elias was busy with his project at his desk, papers spread out, pen in hand. The room was bright from the window, the bed was made neatly, and the air smelled of fresh coffee from a mug nearby.

Elias looked up, surprised but smiling.

"Mr. Corleone. Come in... sit down, please."

Marco did, lowering himself into the chair by the desk, setting his stick aside.

"How are you, boy? Looking busy."

Elias set his pen down. "I’m well, thanks. Just working on this... holiday project."

The old man nodded and stared at Elias for a long moment, the envelope heavy in his coat pocket. He didn’t know how to break the news to Elias. The words stuck in his throat.

Elias, on the other hand, had nothing to do that day and had decided to work on his project. He was supposed to do it with Rowan, but since Rowan was apart, he couldn’t.

He also knew that Marco Corleone would visit often, but never thought it would be every day. The old man seemed attached to the safe house lately, always bringing gifts or just checking in. He wanted to ask why he came then, opening his mouth, but his phone rang on the desk. It was Viktor.

Heat crept to his face as he saw the name, a warm flush spreading. He glanced at Marco. "Do you mind if I answer this? It’s Viktor."

Marco waved a hand. "Go ahead. I’m not in a rush."

Elias answered the call in the room, holding the phone to his ear. He heard Viktor’s voice and his chest felt warm, a flutter in his stomach. "Viktor? Hey."

Viktor’s voice came through. "Elias. Just checking in. Everything okay there?"

Elias smiled, leaning against the desk. "Yeah, we’re good. The kids are fine. Marco’s here again."

Viktor chuckled softly. "Good. It’s a good thing he’s keeping an eye. I miss you all."

Elias’s face reddened more, not realising how visible it was. "Miss you too. Be safe."

They talked for a few minutes... Viktor is updating on his day without much detail, and Elias is sharing about the project.

As he kept talking to Viktor, not realising how red his face was, Marco noticed. The boy’s cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, voice soft.

He remembered when Viktor told him how much he loved Elias. He was sure that Viktor was aware that he was the one who had killed Elias’s adoptive parents, so why didn’t he tell Elias?

Did he love Elias so much that he was scared Elias was going to leave him once he found the truth? Or did he love Elias too much that he was scared Elias was going to be hurt when he found the truth?

He had no idea. The envelope felt heavier. He hid it behind him, tucking it under his coat as Elias ended the call.

Elias turned back to Marco, pocketing the phone. "Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to keep you waiting."

Marco laughed lightly. "No problem, boy. I’m not hurt by it. Sounds like a good call."

Elias nodded, still a bit pink.

"Yeah. He’s busy, but it’s nice to hear from him."

Marco smiled. "Carry on with what you’re doing. I’ll be downstairs with the kids. Don’t rush."

Elias shook his head. "I’ll round up for today and join you all. It won’t take long."

The man smiled and stood, grabbing his stick. "Take your time." He left Elias in the room, closing the door softly.

As he walked down the stairs, Marco murmured to himself.

’There is no way I can do anything to ruin the relationship between Elias and Viktor. It would be better for Viktor to tell Elias himself... the truth about the parents’ death. But if he doesn’t do it soon, I will tell Elias myself.’