Mr Billionaire's Nanny

Episode 2

Jenna's POV

"Oh no, come on!" My face crumpled up in frustration as I took a u-turn from my home and saw the traffic that lay ahead.

It was so long and the cars were barely moving. This was the only road that led to the school.

My eyes caught the inhaler I had gone back home to pick up for my daughter, in the partition of the car and I pressed my lips together. If only I hadn't forgotten it before I left home with my daughter earlier, I wouldn't be here now stuck in the traffic like this. Well, I knew what had made me totally forget about it. It was the whole drama with Chris and his baby mama.

"This f*****g day!" I gritted my teeth as anger bubbled in my chest. No car was moving. Everywhere was blocked and the sounds of horns from different cars filled the air, adding to my discomfort.

An accident had happened at the front and I could see the cops handling the situation. "My baby..." I mumbled, wincing in pain as I tried to imagine how the poor girl would be feeling all alone at where every other person was with their parents.

Fuck me. I should be with her right now.

I had left her with a teacher to go back home for the inhaler since the ceremony hadn't started. Right from birth, Kulture had been asthmatic, hence, she always went everywhere with it.

"Don't go, Mom." Kulture had pouted, holding back my hand, as I brought up the idea of leaving her alone. "Baby, we can't stay out for a ceremony without your inhaler close by. It's dangerous. I will just quickly drive home and be back before you know it, alright?" I had been trying to persuade her but she shook her head fervently.

"I will be bored Mommy..." She stated, clearly not willing to let me go. And I had managed to make her stay with her teacher by dropping my phone for her so she could keep herself busy with watching Disney before the ceremony started fully.

This was supposed to be a twenty minutes drive, but I'd been stuck in this traffic for close to thirty minutes. I shifted uncomfortably on my seat as I checked my wristwatch.

I was about to get out of the car with no clue of what to do, when I heard engines starting up again. The road had been cleared. Finally.

I sped to the school and practically ran to the hall immediately I parked my car. The school principal's voice was blaring on the microphone, filling every part of the school, and I could tell the ceremony had begun.

I entered the hall, my eyes settling on the seated crowd and I felt a pang of guilt tightening my chest when I saw how couples occupied the seats. Both father and mother of every child I'd seen were present. However, I couldn't dwell on that for long as I realized I hadn't caught sight of my daughter anywhere.

"Where's my baby?" My eyes searched through the crowd, quickly at first then slowly but I couldn't find her nor her teacher. "Where could she have taken her when the ceremony has already started?" I wondered, my eyebrows furrowing.

At that moment, the principal who was done with the opening speech walked up to me. "Ma'am, please go take a seat. The ceremony has begun." He said to me gently.

"I'm looking for my daughter... Kulture." I said, smiling nervously. For some reasons, I was scared. The principal's eyebrows shot up with a knowing look.

"Oh, Mrs Tyson, I thought you had been reached and were back from the hospital already. Your daughter had an asthma attack earlier and she has been rushed to the hospital." He said and my ears rang as if the words had physically hurt them.

"No, no... God, please!" I was panting heavily and didn't even realize my legs were already taking me out of the hall until the principal ran after me, shouting the name of the hospital I should go to.

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I was completely out of breath when I finally got to the hospital. Before I could start asking around what ward my daughter was in, her teacher came out.

"Where's my baby? How's she now?" I ran to her and asked breathlessly. "She's in the emergency ward; the doctor is attending to her." The teacher informed me, and my composure finally crumbled; my knees gave out, and I sank onto the floor.

Tears pricked the edges of my eyes as my thoughts went frantic: "This is my fault. I shouldn't have left her alone... I shouldn't have forgotten the inhaler in the first place." "How could I have let that slip my mind? That's the first thing I should have taken, even before picking my purse." I said amidst tears.

"The attack was quite severe today, maybe because of the crowd. I tried to call you, but I realized your phone was with your daughter..." The teacher was saying, but I didn't pay much attention.

"I called her dad, but he said he's busy, referring me back to you. He didn't wait to hear that you couldn't be reachable before ending the call. So, I had to bring her to this hospital before..." She continued, but that got my attention, and I interrupted.

"Chris dared say he's busy when his daughter is being rushed to the hospital?" I jumped up to my feet, my whole body shaking with anger. "No, this is the height of it!" My fists clenched by my sides as the anger in me helped me reach a conclusion.

I noticed her teacher, Miss Freda, looked confused, and I quickly recomposed. "Thank you so much, Miss Freda; I really appreciate this," I said, forcing a smile.

Kulture was unconscious. We stayed outside for some time before Mrs. Freda took her leave. While the doctor and nurse were inside, I could only pray that nothing happens to her.

Soon, the doctor came out, and I rushed to him, asking how my daughter was. "Calm down, Jenna; Kulture is out of danger; she's resting now," the doctor, Vincent, who was our family friend, said, and I breathed out in relief.

"Listen, you know she's a kid, and her airways are smaller, so these attacks can be really serious. It's lucky the school is close by, and her teacher acted fast. But seriously, she needs to have her inhaler with her at all times," Doctor Vincent said, and my head dropped in shame.

"Thank you, doctor," I said. "We'll have to keep an eye on her for a bit. Let's get her stabilized and make sure she's responding to treatment. You go home, pack her a bag with some essentials, and get her favorite things that'll make her comfortable here," Vincent instructed gently.

I nodded and went into her room. She was sleeping peacefully. My hand went to her hair, gently brushing her blonde locks while tears streamed down my eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby." She was so young, yet she's gone through so much. "Wait for me, baby; let me go get your things, okay?" I said softly, so as not to wake her up, then stood up.

The ten-minute ride to my home from the hospital felt like eternity as my mind boiled with rage, and I had no reason to be calm. I was consumed with the thought of everything she'd endured, and the unfairness of it all - yet her own father didn't care to even check up on her.

I stopped the car engine at the entrance of the house and got out blindly, leaving the door open. It was time to stop being the understanding, patient wife and give Chris a taste of my anger.

Shoving the front door open, I stormed into the living room, only to see a scene that left me dumbstruck.

There on the couch was Chris on Agnes, fondling her breasts and licking her coochie, while the woman moaned loudly.