Who should I turn to?
In this villa, besides her, there’s only the Yates family’s babysitter. It seems Ivy Linden doesn’t have anyone she can trust.
As Chantel Young was pondering this, a girl entered her field of vision.
"Little kitty, don’t run." Nicole was chasing a little tabby cat, holding food in her hand: "I an no harm, just want to bring you sothing to eat."
"Nicole, stop chasing it, that’s a stray kitten, it might bite." The babysitter followed Nicole, trying to stop her.
"Don’t speak loudly, stop following , you’re scaring it."
"Nicole..."
"If you keep following , I’ll tell Uncle Yeats that you’re bullying ."
Upon hearing this, how could the babysitter dare to follow Nicole? Watching Nicole chase the little tabby cat, she was a bit worried that the stray cat might attack Nicole. If Nicole got hurt, how would she explain it to Mr. Yeats?
"I told you not to follow her, then don’t follow her! Stray cats are naturally timid, they only bite when they feel threatened, and she’s offering food, stray cats won’t hurt her."
"Miss... Miss Young?"
"Just stay here! Nicole might not know how to feed stray cats, and my family used to keep cats, so I understand their habits well."
"Thank you, Miss Young."
The babysitter said gratefully, surprised at how kind Chantel Young was to help Nicole.
It’s probably because she was sent downstairs by Mr. Yeats, seeing clearly who really matters to Samuel. By helping Nicole, she’s actually trying to win her over, hoping to use Nicole to return to Mr. Yeats’ bedroom.
No matter what motive Chantel Young had? The babysitter didn’t care, as long as Nicole wasn’t bitten by the stray cat.
Chantel Young approached Nicole, the little girl had already squatted down to feed the stray cat.
The stray cat stopped eating as soone approached, lifted its head, and vigilantly stared at Chantel Young, growling "ow, ow" aggressively at her.
Chantel Young disliked small animals, and seeing the stray cat’s round belly, which looked like it was pregnant, her lips curled slyly. If not for Nicole being here, she’d kick its belly for glaring at her earlier, killing it along with those kittens inside.
"Go away."
Nicole said to Chantel Young.
She then softly said to the stray cat, "Little kitty, don’t be afraid, I won’t let anyone hurt you."
Chantel Young wanted to slap Nicole; darn kid, dare to ask her to leave?
"I’m here to tell you so good news, do you want to know?"
Chantel Young squatted beside Nicole.
The babysitter a short distance away couldn’t hear what Chantel Young and Nicole were saying, but seeing this scene, she’d think Chantel Young was helping Nicole feed.
"ow, ow." The stray cat owed twice at Chantel Young, retreated a few steps but didn’t run away, its eyes occasionally glancing at the food in Nicole’s hand. It was very hungry, wanting to eat that food.
"I don’t want to know, just go away!"
Nicole wasn’t interested in Chantel Young’s "good news" at all; she hated this woman and wanted to be far away from her.
"But I want you to know." Chantel Young took a pillbox from her pocket and flaunted it proudly in front of Nicole: "Do you know what this is? It’s prenatal dication."
Nicole furrowed her brows.
"These pills were bought by your Uncle Yeats, but not for your mommy, they were bought for ." Chantel Young watched Nicole’s reaction, smiling as she touched her belly: "You guessed it right? Yes, I’m pregnant with your Uncle Yeats’ child, and it’s a son!"
"Impossible."
Nicole pouted, her eyes were slightly red. Mommy was already pregnant with Uncle Yeats’ child, why was this woman pregnant too? Would she take Uncle Yeats away, causing him to abandon her and mommy?
Nicole’s young heart was extrely distressed.
She really liked Uncle Yeats.
Even... she already thought of Uncle Yeats as her dad!
Nicole may be young, but that didn’t an she didn’t understand anything. Her biological father... Samuel Lockwood treated her well, but her grandma disliked mommy, and dad obeyed grandma’s commands, even had another woman, had already changed his heart towards mommy.
Nicole didn’t want mommy to live a life of pain in the future.
Uncle Yeats treated mommy well, Nicole could feel it. If mommy were to marry soone in the future, Nicole hoped it would be Howard Yeats.
"Why not? Nicole, you’re just a kid and don’t understand the adult world." Chantel Young laughed and said: "You think those two days I spent in your Uncle Yeats’ room were for nothing? I was making babies! And even though Mr. Yeats might like you now, he won’t like you for long because I’m carrying his own flesh and blood, and it’s a son."
"You know, for a man, a son is indeed his own, the future heir to the family, while a daughter is just soone to be married off soday, there’s a saying that goes ’married daughters are like water spilled out,’ have you heard that? Plus, you’re not even Howard Yeats’ biological child."
Seeing Nicole’s tears fall, Chantel Young was overjoyed.
"I have a question for you, why didn’t your mommy stay with your biological father? Was it because Ivy Linden had you? So she was rejected by your biological father?"
Chantel Young’s words were like needles, piercing Nicole, causing more of the girl’s tears to fall.
Chantel Young gloated: "I guessed right, didn’t I? Haha..."
Chantel Young reached out to hug Nicole, but the little girl pushed her away.
"Don’t touch ."
Chantel Young’s face turned unpleasant, she said: "I feel sorry for you, so I won’t pursue this matter with you. But I still need to tell you sothing, the child in your mommy’s belly might not survive."
"I don’t believe you, you’re lying to ."
"Ha... why would I lie to you? What good does it do ? I’m telling you because I feel you and Ivy Linden are pitiable, I don’t want you to keep being in the dark."
"I’m pregnant with Mr. Yeats’ son, he will surely marry , and your mommy’s baby has to be aborted. Mr. Yeats has already told that soone has put abortive food in the als for your family, you and Ivy Linden had als today while I didn’t, because those als, I shouldn’t eat."
Nicole’s small body suddenly fell backward.
Chantel Young was afraid the babysitter would co over and her plan would fail, so she reached out to hold Nicole.
Nicole’s tears fell continuously like a broken string of pearls, she disliked and pushed Chantel Young: "Liar, you’re a liar, Uncle Yeats wouldn’t do that to my mommy."
Nicole climbed to her feet, turned, and wanted to run.
Chantel Young was alard, quickly grabbed Nicole: "Don’t you not believe ? Why are you rushing to tell your mommy?"
"Let go of ."
"Let tell you sothing, your mommy’s baby can’t be saved because it’s a daughter, and only prenatal dicine can help her, but unfortunately, only I have prenatal dicine, and your mommy doesn’t."
"I’m going to rest now, feel free to tell your babysitter what I’ve said. She’s Mr. Yeats’ person, and if Mr. Yeats finds out that you and Ivy Linden already know what he’s done, he’ll imdiately send your mommy to the hospital, to kill your little sister."
Chantel Young released Nicole, this ti Nicole didn’t run, the girl’s eyes were full of panic, she smiled with satisfaction, the silly child believed her, she turned away, purposely dropping the "prenatal dication" carelessly on the ground.
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