Chapter 108 Hayden
With a loud bang, Susan slammed the door shut.
The door now separated her from Seb. He stood outside, frowning with the brooch in hand, while Susan silently cried inside.
Much later, when Susan couldn't hear any noise outside, she opened the door. The hallway was empty; he was gone.
That night, Seb stood downstairs for a long time, until Susan's room lights went out.
Three days later.
George was reviewing a case when his phone rang.
Seeing it was Mary, he quickly answered.
"Mr. Anderson, I'm in trouble and don't know what to do," Mary said anxiously.
George tensed up. "Mary, is something wrong with Hayden?"
"No, Hayden's fine. It's me. I've got a bad cold and a high fever. I'm scared of infecting Hayden but don't know who to ask for help. What should I do? Kids have weak immune systems, and I can't risk it!" Mary said, worried.
George thought for a moment. "I'll find a temporary nanny from an agency. You should go home and rest."
"It won't work, Mr. Anderson. The nanny market is unreliable, some even steal kids. And a temporary nanny? If anything happens to Hayden, I can't explain it to Mr. Seb Anderson," Mary immediately rejected the idea.
"Then what do we do? I have court these days, and even if I didn't, I don't know how to take care of a child," George said, feeling overwhelmed.
Mary hesitated and suggested. "Do you have any female relatives or close friends who can help for a few days?"
"Alright, let me think. I'll find someone and come to you right away." George hung up.
He sat at his desk, frowning and thinking, but couldn't come up with anyone trustworthy.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in!" George called out.
Susan walked in and placed a financial report on his desk. "Mr. Anderson, this is last month's payroll. If everything looks good, please sign it."
George took the report, signed it without looking, and handed it back to Susan.
Susan frowned. "Mr. Anderson, you didn't even look at it."
Even though the payroll followed a standard format, George usually reviewed it. Susan was puzzled by his behavior.
"I trust your work. Just process it," George said, tossing the pen aside and pacing in front of the window.
Seeing his agitated expression, Susan furrowed her brows. She took the report and turned to leave.
George suddenly had an idea. "Wait!"
"Is there a problem?" Susan turned, thinking he wanted to review the report again.
"Susan, can you do me a favor? I really can't find anyone suitable!" George urgently grabbed her shoulders.
Susan looked puzzled. George seemed serious and anxious, so she asked, "What kind of favor? If I can help, I will."
"You definitely can!" George said, grabbing the report from her hand and tossing it on the desk. Then he took her hand and led her out.
"Hey, where are you taking me?" Susan asked, surprised.
"You'll see," George replied with a smile, leading her out the door.
George drove Susan in his Range Rover to the southern suburbs of Maple Valley. After several turns, they stopped in front of a quaint little villa.
"What is this place?" Susan asked, looking at the villa.
After parking, George turned to her seriously. "Susan, a good friend of mine is traveling for business. His nanny caught a severe cold and can't take care of his son. We need temporary help, and you're the only one I trust. It's not safe to hire a nanny right now."
Seeing his pleading eyes, Susan felt pressured. She was good at household chores but worried about her lack of experience with kids.
"How old is the child?" she asked, hoping he was older.
"Eleven months," George replied.
Susan was taken aback. The child was so young. Could she handle it?
"Come inside and take a look. You'll like him!" George didn't give her much time to think and quickly got out, pulling her into the villa.
After the doorbell rang, a tidy woman in her forties opened the door.
"Mr. Anderson, you're here?" She looked happy to see George but clearly unwell.
"Mary, where's Hayden?" George asked.
"Inside," Mary pointed.
George walked in, and Susan followed.
After changing shoes in the foyer, Susan saw the living room floor covered with rubber mats. The furniture was simple, with no sharp corners or easily toppled items, showing the owner's concern for the child's safety.
The floor was filled with toys. Susan finally spotted Hayden in a corner.
He had thick hair, round eyes, chubby cheeks, and little hands and feet with dimples. He wore a sky-blue pullover and autumn pants over a bulky diaper. He was adorable, and Susan liked him immediately.
"Hayden, I'm here to see you!" George squatted and clapped his hands.
Hearing his name, Hayden dropped his toy and happily crawled over, waving his little hands and feet.
At only eleven months old, Hayden couldn't walk yet, but he crawled smoothly and quickly reached George.
Hayden sat there babbling at George, clearly recognizing him and seeming very familiar.
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