Chapter 9

"What??"

What standards will the new dad apply? I mean, I don't even have any plans to date or remarry.

I just laughed loudly, "Mommy is so serious, just kidding hihih." Even though it's a joke, if it's accurate, it's another problem.

Get some sleep, Elizabeth; you have class in the morning.

Simply to make sure he was awake, I went to sleep.

Though I was a morning person, Elizabeth and Mindy were awake before me. Since Mindy has already made the food and dressed my kid, it would seem that I'm the one that stinks here.

I asked her in disbelief, "Why is that, Mindy? I think you made breakfast today."

"In order for you to leave early." Respond to it.

"I think you're still thrilled." I laughed and said.

Simply put, "I don't want you to be late. It's dreadful to be late on your first day of work."

Mindy might be right. The fact that it was my first job and the compensation was still competitive made me fortunate. Unlike when I applied and was turned down, they still really hate me.

After we started eating, Mindy took Elizabeth to school while I continued to pack my luggage.

I left after that.

I was going to enter their shop when someone called me, and I saw Mrs. Ferrer shoveling. He was operating a black car with a window that was slightly ajar.

A man emerged from the vehicle to help me with my stuff.

"Elise? Hello, Elise?"

"Yes? Not Elise, but Elyse." I corrected and laughed it off.

"I'm sorry, but as you get older, you tend to forget things." I just smiled and joined her in her seat.

What is our destination? What are you contemplating—probably at the home of her son?

I did say, "At my son's house," after all. All I did was nod.

I just kept quiet here while Mrs. Ferret was on the phone. Because it looks like someone is phoning her every minute, is she tired of talking to him? I kept picturing myself with her when I was putting in so much effort. Whether you are eating, urinating, cooking, or sleeping, someone is calling.

Important: Failure to answer would be embarrassing.

Because you decided to complete that work, keep going and be patient. You can get tired and take a break, but once you're tired, you can't stop.

It's similar to quitting a relationship only to return to discover someone else waiting for you; when you lose your job, there is no way for you to get it back. Either you'll discover it or you'll get it, but it won't be the same as before.

"Are you feeling fine?"

I was knocked out when Mrs. Ferrer grabbed my shoulder and said, "Ija??"

"Yes?"

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Indeed, there is... Just musing, I suppose. I made an effort to smile at her. I can't help but swoon over her stunning face, even when she's old.

When I'm older, will I still be that attractive?

She is very white and has eyes that seem lovely. What's the secret to keeping that degree of beauty as I get older?

I began to wonder what the face of her child looked like. Is it appealing the way she is? I was unaware that her son was a male.

We stopped at a sizable house and are now in front of the enormous gate. When the gate is positioned in this way, no one really tries to break in because if you climb up there and fall, your bones could be gravely damaged.

Once we got out of the car and started looking around, I just noticed the tall trees.

I muttered to myself, "There shouldn't be another house here. What sort of place is this? It looks like a movie, wrong turn."

Most likely, her son's house is the haunted one; perhaps the ghost will prevent babysitters from staying long. I have conflicting feelings about ghosts; that's a mess, right?

While I carried my luggage, Mrs. Ferrer moved closer to the house. There were only the two of us. As soon as we got close to the front door, the doorbell started to ring.

Eh? Is it not possible to do so with just one touch? Need anything so badly? What if her son is inconsolable because someone is ringing the doorbell inside?

He only opens the gate when I don't ring the doorbell, so I'm sorry she's been doing it for so long. She smiled at me as she talked.

Nobody was still unlocking the door after a while, and I already had it in my possession. I was ready to ring the doorbell again, staring lifelessly at Mrs. Ferrer's hand, when someone suddenly opened the door. Before I could see his face, he swiftly turned around.

I invited them inside. She smiled and offered to help me carry my bags.

We both came to a stop, "Oh my, no issue, I can handle things on my own."

I raised an eyebrow and looked around the house. Although the property seems beautiful from the outside, the inside is a complete disaster. There was something that smelled like rotten fish in addition to the scattered pieces of clothing, shattered plates and glasses, and other items on the floor. Is the wall paint black as a result? It is rather dark. A completely black house is still discernible to me.

Is the interior of the house painted black while the exterior is white? I don't really question if he prefers the colors white and black.

She was no longer surprised or bewildered at the chaos in Mrs. Ferrer's son's house. Currently, she is beaming. Is she happy because she saw her child or is she upset by the mayhem all around her?

See if what I just said is weak on its own, "Here we go again." My hair stood on end in one place.

His tone was quite positive.

"Elyse, meet Xander's new maid."

I turned around and I was startled to see a familiar face standing in front of me. "YOU?!"

"Do you know my son ija? Or do you know him?"

I tried to smile and bow, saying, "Ahh, ehh, I'm not sure. Maybe it simply seems like hihih I'm sorry because you're shocked because of me."

A dude in all-black with glasses. It was quite serious-looking, and I couldn't even make out any expression in its eyes.

Mrs. Ferrer began to speak, "Xander, she's Elyse—" before turning away from Xander.

He was pleased to say, "Nice to meet you," and I scowled. I heard the man remark, "Nice to meet you," didn't I? He's weird, and Mrs. Ferrer is also a little crazy, but it doesn't appear to have anything to do with his son turning away from her while she's still talking.

To awaken him, I would hit him with a pot if I were his mother.