Emt:
"You’ve been acting weird. Is there anything I should be concerned about?" Norman appeared out of nowhere, tapping his hand on my shoulder. I jumped noticeably, which only made my brother even more curious about my well-being.
I wasn’t a very jumpy person. Nothing really scared except for the well-being of my loved ones.
But lately, I have been very, very jumpy. I didn’t know what was going on, but I had written down what was making startled. Mostly, whenever I saw soone, I would visibly shudder because my brain took so ti to process who the person in front of was.
"Earth to Emt," Norman snapped his fingers in front of my face to pull back to reality.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m fine," I joked, waving my hand to dismiss his concerns. I walked out of my room and into the passage. He followed , realizing it was ti for our usual walk around the corridor.
"You don’t look fine. You keep forgetting to do simple tasks. Tell , please, what’s going on with you so I can find a way to—" Before he could finish, I did it for him.
"To fix it?" I laughed at how much ti he spent worrying about his brothers all day.
"The twins called a week ago," I recalled the conversation I had with them.
"What did they say?" he asked.
"They want to co pick them up." I hadn’t been very close to them, and there was a reason I kept my distance. But those kids wouldn’t understand.
"And you’re telling this now, why?" Norman asked, questioning the delay.
"Because I still have a few days before I have to pick them up. They said they’re getting holidays from boarding school and don’t want to stay there for vacation," I said as I turned to stare at my brother. He had the sa confused look on his face as I did.
"Why would they stay in the boarding school after the holidays?" Norman questioned.
"Well, according to them, lady Darcy told them that this ti, they’d be staying with the tutors since she’s hosting so parties and has business to handle. She thinks they might ruin things with their usual running around the mansion," I recalled the exact words of my little sister.
"Mom said that? Mom has so many rooms and babysitters. She can afford a whole hotel for her etings—why would she—" Norman grunted under his breath.
"As if it isn’t bad enough that Mom introduces them as our step-siblings to everyone," Norman finally said it. Our mom had forbidden us from ever calling the little ones our siblings until recently.
Suddenly, she was telling everyone they were our siblings. I didn’t understand her much, but I could tell she was always ready to ruin soone’s life, and I didn’t like her for that.
Which is why I didn’t hate Ursula when she stole her mate from her. It’s always Karma who cos in different ways.
"You see why they contacted you and not anyone else?" It was Norman once again, trying to play with the strings of my heart.
"I don’t want to focus on that, Norman," I told him, but he shook his head at .
"You should. Maybe that will help you in the long run. Surround yourself with people who will keep you sane," he advised, patting my shoulder.
"Or maybe they’ll be broken once I go insane," I reminded him. That’s not how it works. I can’t bring people close just to watch them lose .
"Anyway, call Lady Darcy and tell her to arrange babysitters for them and let them stay at ho." I was done talking about myself. This issue needed to be solved, and I was hoping Norman would handle it.
"How about no? You know Mom won’t like the fact that they called you. Even if she lets them stay, they’ll get punished and put in tiout. So how about we step up and take care of them this ti?" Norman had a cheeky grin on his face, like he had caught in the perfect trap this ti.
"Go ahead, then. You can be their babysitter," I waved my hand at him while looking for my pocket hip flask in my coat.
"No! This ti, it’s you," he said, pointing his finger at . "You’ll be taking care of your siblings this ti, and I won’t hear any excuses." With that, Norman started walking away. I couldn’t believe he wasn’t helping out this ti.
"You’ll regret this," I yelled. He gave the middle finger without even turning around.
"Ugh, this asshole," I muttered. I loved him, but sotis he could be really annoying, and this was one of those tis.
However, I had a backup plan ready.
While taking a sip from my wine, I called her.
"Hello?" I said.
"Emt, hey!" Helanie’s voice was so gentle—it always gave comfort. I knew I could rely on her just as much as she could rely on .
"Helanie, I’m in deep shit, and I need your help." I heard her gasp at my tone and language. I had never used such words in front of her before. The truth was, I was changing, and I was sure others were noticing it too.
"Tell , how can I help?" Just as I expected, she was already willing to assist .
"I need a babysitter to take care of my little twin siblings. Can you do that for ? And it won’t be free—you’ll get paid for your services, so we both get sothing out of it." I knew she might not like bringing up money, but it was the right thing to do. After breaking things off with Maximus, she had stopped working for him. Soon, she’d be looking for a job, and my offer might co in handy.
"You know I don’t need money to help you," she said, sounding upset.
"Please, it’s a job offer," I corrected myself. "So? Are you able to do it?"
I heard her breathe peacefully before responding.
"Sure, I can do that."
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