Chapter 334 My Son-in-Law

Nathaniel returned home, finding Cecilia nowhere. He searched every corner of the house, a wave of frustration surging through him. He was accustomed to her leaving a note, but she’d vanished without a word.

In the kitchen, Cecilia’s caregiver bustled about, cooking. She kept nervously glancing at the visibly upset Nathaniel, who was calling out for Cecilia. Finally, unable to bear the tension, she spoke. “Ms. Smith might not be back for a few days. She instructed me to care for the elderly.”

Nathaniel turned toward the unfamiliar voice. “Who are you?” he demanded sharply.

“Sir, Ms. Smith hired me as a caregiver,” she explained, stepping forward and quickly realizing his blindness. “Sir, I’ll have to charge extra to care for two people.”

His expression darkened. “When Ms. Smith hired me, she only mentioned the elderly. She said nothing about a blind person,” she continued.

Nathaniel’s anger flared. “I don’t need anyone’s care,” he retorted coldly.

The caregiver was undeterred. “You’re blind! How could you possibly not need care? You’ll pay extra!”

Nathaniel’s patience snapped. “Get lost,” he said menacingly.

The caregiver was taken aback. “Why are you yelling? Ms. Smith invited me! No one can fire me! Besides, who will care for the woman?” she argued.

Ten minutes later, bodyguards discreetly positioned around the house escorted the caregiver out. The commotion startled Martha, who had been resting. She saw the caregiver outside, protesting loudly. “Fine, you won’t pay more, but you can’t just drag me out! I’m calling the police! I’m suing!” she wailed.

Nathaniel, unused to such audacity, felt a headache coming on. He stepped outside, his tone icy. “Gag her and toss her onto the street.”

The middle-aged caregiver was feisty. She assumed he wouldn’t dare touch her, even considering extorting money. “Good heavens, no respect for the law!” she cried. “Someone’s trying to rip off my clothes! A blind man was flirting with a married woman!”

Her loud voice attracted neighbors, who gathered, whispering and pointing. The bodyguards struggled to gag her; she bit them. Nathaniel’s anger boiled over.

Just then, Martha, despite her exhaustion, surprisingly quickly slapped the caregiver.

“My son-in-law is handsome and young,” Martha snapped. “Even blind, he wouldn’t be interested in an old hag like you! Look at yourself! Do you think you’re worthy of him?”

The room erupted in laughter. Martha pulled out money and tossed it at the woman. “Here’s your pay. Now scram, and don’t return.”

Defeated, the woman picked up the money. “Your blind son-in-law is fierce; I won’t take more tasks from your household,” she muttered, walking away.

The neighbors offered words of consolation. “Martha, if you hadn’t mentioned it, we wouldn’t have noticed. Your son-in-law is handsome, like a movie star,” one commented.

“Exactly, clean, bright, tall, and handsome,” another agreed.

“That caregiver targets the elderly. It’s a relief she’s gone,” added a third.

“And his friends are quite handsome too. Do they have girlfriends? Should we set them up?” someone suggested, referring to Nathaniel’s bodyguards.

The usually stoic bodyguards blushed under the neighbors’ attention, glancing shyly at Nathaniel.