Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 746 | Released on: 15/01/2026

hand groped the bedside table for the glass o

hit emp

morning sun. The curtains hadn't been drawn. There was no wa

!" he c

covers, irritation

No fresh towels laid out. Th

ed. "She's actually takin

ent downstairs. The scene

he floor, milk pooling around the table legs. Mrs. Higgins, the elderly housekeeper who

eked, kicking his legs. "Mom

a cup of tea like a lifeline. "Make the boy s

" Easton demanded

le. "She... she's not here, sir. He

cked his phone. No t

t a hotel, waiting for you to call and apologize.

n across the room

his face. "H

His little fingers swiped expertly. A

he was in bed, wearing a silk sleep mask pushed u

nstantly. "Daddy won't give me p

y. Is Althea still acting out? That is so

he frame. "She's gone

ith sympathy. "I'm so sorry. She's clear

over?" Holt pl

the screen. "I have a spa appointment... but f

lief. "Thank you, Georgi

tried calling

have reached is

hadn't just turned it off. S

racking the screen protector. "You want to play hard

son Institute, Althea took a sip of black coffee. It was hot, strong, and e

white lab coat.

ut energized. He was tall, with the same dark eyes as Althea, but hi

guest suite?" he asked,

years," Althea said. She c

ve access to the core data." Bret sat down opposite her. "Are you sure

to work. My brain feels l

s on Do Not Disturb mode. The screen showed 15 bl

m away without

atching up to do. Dr. Fuller's heart drug data... I looked at

, wolfish grin. "That's my s

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Not Just A Nanny: The Genius Returns

Shi Yue Modern

“I spent five years as the perfect wife to Easton Harrington, smoothing his midnight-blue ties and fading into the wallpaper of his massive estate. I thought I was the heart of our family, but I was really just a ghost in a sensible beige dress. The illusion shattered at a charity gala when Easton's "family friend," Georgina, appeared in a gown that matched his suit perfectly. While they basked in the flashbulbs as a golden couple, I was literally pushed into the velvet ropes by a cameraman. No one noticed. Then my four-year-old son, Holt, slapped my hand away in front of the city's elite. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom, you're just the nanny. Daddy said so." The room went silent, but Easton didn't defend me. He just looked annoyed that I was causing a scene, making a sharp shooing motion for me to take the boy away. Beside him, Georgina feigned shock while her eyes crinkled in pure amusement. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a placeholder. They had stripped me of my dignity and even my child's love, treating my five years of devotion like a temporary staff position. I didn't scream. I just slid off the Harrington heirloom ring, tossed it into a fountain, and walked out into the night. Easton thinks I'm a penniless housewife who won't last a week without his credit cards. He doesn't know that I'm Dr. Althea Morrison, the "prodigy" researcher his company has been begging to hire. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not begging for a second chance. I'm returning to the lab to build an empire that will bring his to its knees.”