Part 3The Tutor of Little Devils

The dark and damp room is really not suitable for living.

Even if I clean it three times a day and use all the effective insect repellents, there are always some insect bite marks on her body.

On her fair skin, the red and swollen marks are shocking, with faint blood under the skin.

I persuaded her:

"How about you sleep with me tonight?"

"Living in the staff dorm with me, you are also being punished."

She was obviously tempted, but she shook her head stubbornly:

"No, I have to let mom cool down."

"If I go to your place, mom will probably think I'm disobedient."

Coincidentally, Nanny Liu passed by. She tsked disdainfully: "If you are really that sensible, why do you always anger your mom and beat your brother?"

Hearing this, the little girl bit her lower lip, a look of grievance appearing on her face.

Just when anger appeared on her face, I scolded Nanny Liu in time:

"Nanny Liu, we are all workers. It's not good to ask about the employer's family affairs!"

"Sir and Madam also don't like us pointing fingers at family affairs?"

Hearing this, Nanny Liu snorted from her nose and walked away twisting her waist.

I turned back to look at the little girl, only to see her eyebrows knitted together, large tears in her eyes.

"I really want to listen to mom."

"But, I really, really don't want to..."

I hugged her, holding her tightly in my arms, telling her:

"You are not wrong."

"My miss is a very obedient and sensible child."

"It's them who are unfair, always forcing miss to give up her rights."

What she did was indeed a bit extreme.

However, a little girl, unwilling to let her brother enter her room, had to resort to burning the room.

Had to use the method of strangling her brother to get the right to share food equally with him.

The ones who are wrong are clearly the parents~

I am just a housekeeping staff, certainly impossible to blame my employer.

I can only try my best to make her live better.

Decorate her room.

Change to the cutest little bunny night light for her.

Put jasmine flowers, let her fall asleep with the fragrance of flowers...

Thunder rumbled in the middle of the night, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

After being woken up, I saw a dark figure in the room.

I screamed in fright.

The other party screamed too.

I turned on the night light.

The little girl was looking at me holding a pillow, wearing a thin nightdress, her face pale from the cold.

I quickly got up and pulled her onto the bed, wrapping her tightly in the quilt:

"What's wrong?"

"Why didn't you put on a coat? What if you catch a cold?"

I couldn't help scolding her.

She sobbed and told me:

"The noise is so loud, I'm so scared."

"I wanted to find mom."

She hiccuped:

"She was in Lucas's room and told me to get out."

At this moment, for the first time, I felt a strong injustice for this girl.

Even if she is competitive and sensitive.

With such loud thunder, having coaxed one child, what's wrong with hugging another?

I held her tightly, trying to pass the warmth from my body to her.

The next day, when waking up.

Her body was scorching hot.

I hurried to take her to see a doctor.

But she ran barefoot to her mother's room.

Red all over, opening her arms, crying and shouting: "Mom, hug."

I couldn't help but speak up:

"Miss has a fever, can you..."

I saw her mother's face change drastically, picking up things on the table and throwing them at her: "Get, get out."

"Are you trying to infect your brother on purpose?"

Then she actually sprayed alcohol spray at her fiercely.

I was afraid the alcohol spray would get into her eyes.

Quickly blocked in front of her, instantly getting wet on the back.

The little girl and I were pulled out of the room by Nanny Wang and others.

Her brother was in the room, held in Madam's arms, making faces at us.

The room door closed ruthlessly.

The little girl cried hoarsely, struggling with hands and feet, still calling for mom.

In a moment of inattention, the nanny let go.

She fell on the ground.

She didn't act spoiled asking for hugs anymore.

Instead, she crawled up, lying on the door, banging non-stop:

"Mom."

She cried so miserably that even the nannies' faces were moved.

Whispering:

"No matter what, she's biological. How can she be so cruel?"

With a retch.

She vomited.

Vomited until her whole body convulsed, filth all over the floor.

But even lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, she still called for mom.

Ignoring the filth, I rushed up and held her in my arms: "Miss, I'll take you to the hospital."

She had no strength to struggle anymore.

Could only let me act.

I took her to the hospital. It was a viral infection.

If we came a little later, it would have developed into pneumonia.

But it wasn't contagious.

I told the employer the news here, but the other side told me coldly.

"Then you stay with her in the hospital."

"I'll increase your salary. Don't let her come back to harm people."