What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 107: What Is That Information?

Chapter 107: What Is That Information?
Elias hesitated for another second, then climbed into the passenger seat. The door shut with a soft and expensive click. The car smelled like new leather and Nathan’s clean cologne, which felt a little too strong. Nathan didn’t wait for directions. He just pulled away from the curb and joined the flow of traffic.
Elias stared straight ahead and saw that Nathan was driving towards his apartment. He didn’t need to tell Nathan the address. The route was already familiar. Left on Maple, right at the old gas station, past the market, straight to the narrow street where the apartment building stood. Nathan knew exactly where he lived.
’How on earth does everyone know where I live?’
The silence stretched and it wasn’t comfortable. He didn’t want to be with Nathan and he doesn’t know why. He wasn’t angry; he was just uncomfortable.
Elias watched the familiar shops pass by. A minute from home, the car slowed and rolled to a complete stop on the side of the road.
’Finally!’
Elias reached for the handle, ready to jump out.
Click.
The central lock engaged.
Elias turned, with confusion on his face. Nathan’s thumb was still on the button.
"Why did you lock the door?" Elias asked, voice quiet.
Nathan finally looked at him. His smile was small, almost polite.
"Because I want to talk. And I’m tired of you running away every time I get close. Five minutes, Elias. That’s all I’m asking."
Elias frowned. "If you wanted five minutes, you could’ve just asked like a normal person."
"Sure. I would have asked. But... would you have said yes?" Nathan tilted his head. "Be honest."
Elias opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked out the window instead. A stray dog trotted past. An old woman carried groceries.
No answer was an answer.
Nathan’s smile grew, softer this time.
"Exactly. That’s what I thought."
He reached into the backseat and pulled out a slim tablet. He turned it on, tapped a few times, and slid it across the dashboard so Elias could see.
A huge company logo filled the screen:
RayMed Pharmaceuticals.
A clean, white building with glass walls, featuring people in lab coats smiling at the camera.
"I want you to work here after your exams," Nathan said. "Full-time. Paid internship that turns permanent. They’ll give you a dorm room on-site. Your food is covered. Transport and everything you want will be covered."
Elias blinked. "What?"
"It’s one of the best research companies in the country," Nathan continued, voice calm and steady. "You’re smart. You’re top of your class. You’d fit perfectly. And you’d be close to me."
Elias stared at the screen, then at Nathan. He let out a short, surprised laugh.
"That’s... really sweet, Nathan. But I can’t."
Nathan’s brows pulled together. "Why not? It’s a perfect opportunity, are you just going to throw it away?"
"I told you I can’t work there, Nathan,"
"Sure. I heard you. Tell me, why?"
Elias rubbed the back of his neck. He couldn’t say the real reason:
The territorial war. How he must stay at the estate to be safe. The danger. So he went with the simplest thing he could.
"I already have something lined up after exams and it’s super important"
Nathan’s eyes narrowed, just a little.
"You have something already? Tell me, what... what is it?"
"I can’t tell you. I’m sorry,"
The air in the car changed. Nathan’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. It was suddenly silent and Elias was wondering if he could leave already.
"Elias," Nathan said slowly, "look at me."
Elias turned.
Nathan reached over and grabbed Elias’s shoulder, firmly enough that Elias couldn’t look away.
"What do I have to do?" Nathan asked, voice low. "Tell me. Anything. I’ll do it. Just... pick me. Work with me. Be with me."
Elias’s heart gave a strange thud. He swallowed.
"Nathan... you’re my friend. But that’s all. I’m not interested in anything more. I’m sorry."
Nathan stared at him for a long second.
Then his hand dropped.
His smile came back, thin and sharp.
"Five minutes is up," he said lightly. "I can’t keep you here more than that since I already promised,"
Click.
The doors unlocked.
"You can go."
Elias hesitated. "You sure?"
"Yeah. See you around, Elias."
Elias opened the door, stepped out, and shut it behind him. He walked the last thirty steps to his building without looking back. He didn’t hear the car move for a long time.
Inside the car, Nathan sat perfectly still.
His right hand was clenched so tight the broken tablet in his lap had sliced his palm open. Blood dripped onto his trousers, dark red drops on light grey fabric. He didn’t feel the pain.
"He already has a job?" he whispered.
His voice cracked.
"Is he going to work for Drago? It has to be him. Viktor. Why him? WHY????"
Nathan’s breathing turned fast and shallow.
"Friends don’t steal from friends," he said to the empty car. "I thought we were friends. Why is he taking you from me?"
His fist slammed down again. The tablet cracked further. More blood.
Nathan laughed, short and bitter.
"Fine. If that’s how it is... I’ll just remove whatever’s in the way. I’ll remove everything that’s in the way of getting my Elias. My saviour,"
He looked at his bleeding hand like he was only just noticing it.
"Great," he muttered. "Now I need stitches."
He started the car and drove straight to the Matching Centre.
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.
Elias pushed open the apartment door. Lila was already there, barefoot, holding it open for him.
"You’re late," she said. "I saw you coming out of that fancy car. Who was that? Mika or his brother?"
"Are you spying on me now? It’s just someone from school," Elias said, kicking off his shoes. "Nothing important."
Lila squinted at him. "You look weird. Did that person say something to you?"
"I’m just tired." He glanced out the window. Nathan’s car was finally gone. He let out a slow breath. "I’ll make dinner tonight, okay? You’ve been doing too much."
Lila’s eyes lit up. "Finally! Real food?"
"Real food," he promised.
She ran back to the coffee table where her books were spread out: math problems, English sentences, drawings in the margins. Elias watched her for a second, then went to the kitchen.
He touched his shoulder where Nathan had grabbed him. It didn’t hurt, but the memory made him shiver anyway.
"I just have to forget about him. It’s not like he’ll continue bothering me after I’ve told him no,"
He shook his head and started chopping vegetables.
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Nathan parked crookedly in the Matching Centre lot and walked straight through the lobby. A nurse saw the blood and gasped.
"Young Master Nathan! Your hand..."
"Where is Dr Patel?" he asked.
"He must be busy with some patients. I’ll get another doctor..."
"No! Call for him. Now."
The nurse pointed down the hall.
"Yes sir. You can wait for him in his office..."
Nathan was already moving.
He shoved the office door open and of course, it was empty. He looked around the office as blood trailed after him. It wasn’t his first time here but he didn’t want to sit down, bored to death while waiting for the doctor.
He stared at the awards and certificates that Patel had received. Some of them were even from before he started working in the matching centre.
’I guess that old man is getting even older,’
Five minutes had passed since he entered the office, so he found somewhere to sit. He sat behind the desk on the chair that was a little warm despite the air conditioner. A phone was charging on the desk, screen lighting up with a new message.
Nathan sat down in Patel’s chair, leaning back with his eyes closed.
The phone dinged again.
He opened one eye.
The preview on the lock screen:
[Informant]:
Since I’ve given you the last piece of information about Elias Kane, I’ll be expecting my payment soon.
Nathan’s blood-smeared fingers hovered over the phone.
He reached for it, thumb ready to guess the passcode. He was curious about whatever information Dr Patel had received about Elias Kane. He wanted to break the phone if possible but...
The door opened.
Dr Patel walked in, coat half-off, coffee in hand.
He froze.
Nathan was sitting in his chair, blood dripping onto the floor, staring at the phone.
Patel’s eyes went from the blood to the phone to Nathan’s face.
"Young master," he said carefully. "Let’s get that hand looked at. Come with me."
Nathan stood slowly with a small strange smile on his face.
"Sure, Doctor."
He walked past Patel without another word.
Patel watched him go, then looked at the phone that was behind, on the desk.
The screen was still on.
The message was obviously visible.
Patel’s stomach dropped.
He whispered to the empty room,
’What the hell did he see? He shouldn’t have opened my phone, right? I can’t tell what this child is thinking. Tsk!’
The door clicked shut behind him.