Chapter 28

"Sweetie, you can't find out yet; it was just an old discussion, okay?"

[Okay, mother. By the way, Tita Mindy earlier informed me that she was departing. How am I to be a mother? [Her words caught me off guard a tiny bit.

I'll vow, "What? What's happening? Sweetie, please give your telephone to Aunt Mindy once more."

Elyse? [Hello?]

Her nervousness is audible in her voice.

Are you leaving because you're mad at me? Just because you've been like that before, Mindy? What is my son saying?

[Grandma needs me in the province; that is the real reason. My sister informed me that my grandmother was ill and that she would take care of the bill, leaving me with only the task of caring for my grandma. It would be unfortunate if he had to employ a caregiver, he said.

She isn't truly the sister he calls; he only calls her that. Since her parents passed away when she was just one of our cousins, Mindy's mother has been caring for and feeding her ever since.

My son came to mind, and I wondered what would happen if he was left alone. Wait ... kainis, oh my goodness. Just the fact that destiny seems to have planned it, as if it had imitated you before, is bothersome. I was alone when my mother took me to her employer's home because I didn't have anybody else in our house. However, given that your boss is not Sir Xander, isn't it different?

What am I thinking, again? Do you simply intend to take Elizabeth to Sir Xander Elyse's home? Do I really have a choice? What can I do for my son because I shouldn't leave him alone? That kind of hunger? No way, I can't, even if my youngster is more hungry than I am.

When are you leaving? Is Elizabeth still there? Isn't she still busy? What time is it? Okay, I get it.

[They're not there today, Elyse; what now? I'm going out later. I'm so sorry, but I can't include Elizabeth—and even if I could, I know you wouldn't.]

Since Sir Xander's home is so far away from yours, what if it's in a different province?, I really won't permit it. I'm already struggling in this scenario; when he's in the province with Elizabeth, I'll struggle even more.

[Elyse?

[When I heard my name, I jolted awake.

I still have a job, so we'll just talk there when I get to your house, I said. "Oh, I'll go there later. All right.

[Go ahead.] I lowered him the line and carried on as usual.

I simply held my head while attempting to convince Sir Xander in some way. Though I should say that I now support him, what if he disagrees? Will I press him until he concedes? What if he still genuinely decides against it?

I only need to get Elizabeth here first so that when I asked she would have no choice but to accept Elizabeth because she is already here, she can do nothing but allow my daughter reside here in her house first. Elizabeth isn't a mischievous girl. What will Elizabeth permit given that she is obedient and not a mischievous child?

After completing my laundry, I went straight to Sir Xander's room. I knocked a few times, but no one answered. Are you there, Sir Xander?

"Sir??"

I nearly leapt in astonishment when I heard the voice behind me ask, "What do you want?"

He was hit on the arm at the same time and asked, "Why are you startled?!"

He sighed and looked at me as if he was waiting for a response from me.

You promised, and I grinned at him, "Uh, nothing. Just how are you?"

I will inquire, "Sir Xander, are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

We're just going to eat earlier, is that right?" Elyse, please keep your composure since we need to ask your most attractive boss for a major favor.

Perhaps you need something, or just let me know what you need.

What I desire is...

"Hmm?"

He shook my shoulder with his hand and said, "I want you to get out of there because you're blocking my way." I almost collapsed because he shook me.

I instantly prevented him from closing the door as he was about to do so and forced myself all the way inside his room.

I rolled my eyes and said, "Sir Xander, what are you doing here?"

He said and sat down on the side of her hand, "It's time for me to cook and do washing here, isn't it? Then what are you doing here in my room? If you don't have anything decent to say, come out so I can still sleep.

Oh, I'm not sure where to begin. In any case, I'm a little shy and a little anxious. Even now, I feel quite ashamed.

Of course!" I exclaimed, recalling the card I had earlier seen in the ones he had washed for me. It immediately reached him, saying, "I spotted a card don in your pants pocket Sir Xander, this oh."

Oh, don't say that I interfered with your use, sir. You gave me the clothes to wash, and I've only just finished doing the laundry, but I just saw him while fixing it. It's fortunate for me that he is ahead of me because of what he may say next.

I didn't say anything, it said, shrugging. I discovered the card under its pillow.

He lay down on the bed and closed his eyes, saying, "So, what now? Do you have anything else to say? If you don't have anything to say, please open the door and leave."

Seriously, I thought it was alright? "Leaving? As in I'm leaving here?" He promised not to tell me to leave this place. He did say that Mrs. Ferrer would allow me stay here if I agreed not to help.

That's why I'm asking if I want to be sure, tsk! "Leaving my room, stupid."

Why is it that we might run out of food when my son is here? "Do you have money sir? Do you want me to go to the grocery store? Buy other dishes, do you want vegetables?" Yes, I have a thick face, but compared to my son, my face is even thicker. I have to put my son's needs ahead of my own.

He glared at me, "Why? Isn't that enough food?"

Aren't you tired of Mrs. Ferrer buying you the same thing over and over again? She doesn't know your favorite foods, so maybe what she did was buy you the same food.

I heard it sigh loudly. "Yeah, she truly knows nothing about me. When I'm in difficulty or hurt, I go to her, but when it comes to things like food, all of my favorites, she knows nothing," the speaker said.

She occasionally believed that I was Xavier.

Xavier, who?

I was shocked and said, "Uh, who is Xavier?"

Pointing to the door, he simultaneously said, "Just leave... in my room."

I said, "Okay, fine," before leaving.

I immediately had a question about Xavier. What exactly did he slip on just now? It's like he didn't actually mean to say anything about Xavier in that way, right? You add that, Elyse, and I already have a lot of problems.

Your curiosity is a major issue.

I've just been cooking in the kitchen. I'm going to cook twice as much food today in an effort to defeat Sir Xander.

After I was done cooking, I took a short break before going to Sir's chamber. I stopped knocking because I knew if he waited a while to open the door, it was either because he was asleep at the time or he was just occasionally really lethargic. It's also conceivable. It's also conceivable that he only intends to irritate me, right?

He was lying down with his eyes closed as I entered. He was already perspiring when I got close to him.

I remarked and sat on the side of her bed, "Sir Xander? Sir awake let's feed on the chin."

My forehead made a sudden, severe frown as if he were having a nightmare. "Sir?"

He was loudly smacked as he yelled out at the same time to wake him up, "Sir? SIR XANDER!"

It can change due to the ascent. After taking a breath, he exclaimed, "W-what the f**k!" and gave me a stern look.

His face is red with anger as he exclaims, "Why the f**k did you slap me, huh?!"

Why should I let you have a nightmare like that? "Eh, you don't want to wake up. Then pay attention if you're having a nightmare. Is it wrong to wake you up?

She let out a heavy sigh and forcefully shut her eyes. "Okay..."

He gave me a serious look and asked, "Didn't anyone thank you?"

I said to myself, "I said yes, thank you self."

"What are you doing in my room? You really like to walk in without saying anything."

He also signed a peace agreement with her while saying, "I'm sorry, sir."

I said, "Let's eat at the chin, the food is already prepared."

I took hold of his hand and guided him from his chamber, saying, "Come on, it's simple, sir."

He was visibly annoyed and even tried to take my hand away, saying, "What do you think of me kid? Let go of my hand."

I chuckled, "It's still embarrassing!" and even spanked his ass like a kid.

It truly stopped me when I heard, "I said stop." He currently has a frown on his face and makes me want to laugh in his face. Nothing, she looks adorable since in reality she is Elizabeth.

He was silent while we started eating, so we decided to talk. I reasoned that I should arrange for her to first ask Elizabeth to stay here.

He snorted and stared at the plate instead of looking at me when I said, "Sir Xander." He appears to be thinking, but I have no idea what he is thinking, which is the one drawback.

He felt my shoulder. "Sir?"

He arched an eyebrow as he cast a glance my way. What and why?

He interrupted me before I could even finish my sentence with "Uh, love—" because he abruptly started talking.

"What is love?"

I'll speak up first so you can hear what I have to say.

So, what?" I asked again.

Do you care about the child?

It's a short response, "No."

"Wait, why?"

He repeated it, and I just chuckled, "They're so noisy, play here, play everywhere, and they're so untidy."

The first time I came here, I thought your house was a garbage dump, but did I say anything? Wow, I feel bad for not being tidy. Not a diba, tsk.

Then maybe it's okay with him because my son isn't annoying or noisy, he doesn't play that much, and most importantly, he doesn't get messy.

I consumed some rice before re-asking him. What if you're a good kid—not noisy or untidy, and you don't play much?

Why do you ask me that so frequently? You won't bring a child into my home, I promise. right? Or will you bring your kid over to my house? What he said suddenly made me depressed and blind.

Why did he know that? He can predict his speed. He understands why I'm asking him no right away.

He gave me a glass of water and said, "Water."

Add "It's a no from me." to the list.

"Sir Xander, hold on, I haven't yet said that you're in front of me.

There will be no one to look after my child and take care of her since my cousin Mindy is moving to the province."

The message reads, "Then what? Did I have anything to do with your problem? Find a babysitter to watch your kid." My fist was bent and truly wanted to hit him in the mouth.

The social one, wow. then I will hire a babysitter for my child as my job as an assistant? If I have no other option and I need to get money, becoming a maid is merely a job. How will you spend your money? To my child's nanny in such a manner? I know what to do with my child while I'm not around, so why bother getting such if I'm already here?

Please, I beg you; your boy is good, I assure you. Why won't he listen to me when I'm telling the truth?

We're friends, aren't we, Sir Xander, don't you know how to feel sorry?"

I'm sorry, but I don't remember when we first became friends. Excuse me, and how long have you two been friends huh.

It's still cruel, even if it's simply the word "friends"! You'd love to break this man's neck because he doesn't really know how to feel sorry for himself.

I already said no, therefore there is no more to say.

If you still want to live in my house, don't be so obstinate; if you still want this job, just shut up.

That's my only hope, I hope he agrees: "If you let my son live here first... I will agree not to help Mrs. Ferrer. Whatever else you say, I won't tell her or anyone else, I'll just shut up promise."

"No, that's different this is different. That's another conversation okay? You'll add something to my house here," I said, shaking. "You'll add something to my house here."

It's so cruel that you don't believe it's wealthy, "Damn it! You're serious if you can call my son greedy, just eat a bit, then don't worry about the rice and dish he'll eat, I'll spend my salary!" You supposedly have no money, tsk!

I sat down at the inquiry, "Why do you already have a salary?" and then I was silent. Yes, I'm unpaid at the moment.

I'll borrow first.

He completed his meal and got to his feet, saying, "I don't care, I'm not the one who pays you. I stopped him from walking away just as he was going to.

His hands were in mine. I blinked my eyes; I just try to be cute. "Sir, go ahead please."

I assumed that when she sighed, she would heed my request.

Stop, you're looking foolish.