What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 130: The Oncoming Collab!

Chapter 130: The Oncoming Collab!
The stretcher arrived moments later, and they carefully lifted Jace onto it. Mrs Voss walked beside it, holding her son’s hand, her mind swirling with worry and resentment. As they wheeled him out, Dr Patel lingered at the door.
Nathan’s eyes locked onto him, cold and threatening.
"Don’t ever use that injection on me again, Doctor. Or I’ll kill you myself."
Dr Patel swallowed hard but stood his ground. "I did it for your own good, Nathan. If I hadn’t, you’d have killed that boy. Think about the consequences."
Nathan burst into laughter. It sounded like a harsh and mocking sound that echoed off the walls. He leaned back against his pillows, wincing at the pull on his wound.
"Killed him? Oh, I know exactly what I was doing. That Jace guy... he’s in love with Elias. I’m sure of it."
Dr Patel frowned, crossing his arms. "Why do you think that?"
Nathan’s expression darkened, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"As soon as he walked in, the first thing out of his mouth was Elias. Not a hello, not about me. Elias. He didn’t want to know about anything else. I can smell it... the concern, the obsession. I won’t let anyone else near him. I already have one rival... that Drago bastard. I don’t need another."
Dr Patel exhaled deeply, shaking his head. "Nathan, be careful. This kind of thinking... it could destroy you. And others." He turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Nathan alone with his thoughts.
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Meanwhile, across the city in the opulent halls of the Corleone palace, the atmosphere was worlds apart from usual, with expensive wares and food. The walls were adorned with family portraits, stern faces from generations past watching over the meal. Valentina sat at the head, her posture impeccable, and her hair pulled into an elegant bun. Her daughters flanked her, picking at their dinners... roast lamb with herbs, steamed vegetables, and a side of risotto.
There was no sign of their grandfather tonight, just like every evening since that awkward first breakfast. He hadn’t emerged from his private quarters upstairs, preferring solitude or perhaps nursing old grudges. The absence hung in the air like an unspoken challenge.
Valentina set down her fork, her eyes scanning her daughters. "Girls, don’t give up on your grandfather. He’s stubborn, but persistent effort will win him over. No matter what, his favourite grandchild won’t come back. It’s up to you two to step into that role."
Sofia folded her hands in her lap, her manicured nails tapping lightly on the tablecloth. She was the older of the two, with long dark hair and a no-nonsense expression.
"Mother, you keep saying that, but let’s be real. We have other cousins. It’s not just Bianca and me in the running for his favour. There are plenty of Corleones out there who could swoop in."
Valentina sighed, reaching for her wine glass and taking a slow sip. The rich red liquid swirled as she set it down.
"Speaking of cousins, yes, many of them are returning soon. They’ve finished their studies abroad, and some are shifting their businesses back to the country. It’s going to get crowded around here."
Bianca, the younger sister, with a mischievous glint in her eyes and shorter, wavy hair, scoffed lightly. She pushed a piece of lamb around her plate. "I heard one of them is pregnant. Can you believe it? She’s what, nineteen? Talk about jumping the gun."
Sofia burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her napkin.
"Oh, that’s rich. Nineteen and already starting a family. Grandfather’s going to love that... not."
Bianca joined in, their giggles echoing in the large room.
"Right? Like, who does that? We’re over here trying to impress him with poise and business smarts, and she’s popping out heirs."
Valentina shot them a stern look, though a hint of amusement tugged at her lips. "Stop laughing, both of you. Focus on yourselves first. What if Grandfather decides to hand everything over to that cousin and her child? Strange things have happened in this family."
Sofia rolled her eyes, leaning back in her chair. "Impossible. A pregnant teenager? He’d see it as a scandal, not an asset."
"Exactly," Bianca chimed in, still chuckling. "But seriously, Mother, we’re doing our part."
Valentina nodded, but her expression grew serious.
"Just keep at it with Grandfather. Bring him tea in the mornings, ask about his stories from the old days. Show interest in the family business. Don’t let others distract you." She stood up gracefully, smoothing her dress. "I’m heading to my study. Finish your dinner and think about what I said." With that, she walked away, her footsteps fading down the hall.
Bianca dropped her napkin onto her plate with a dramatic sigh. "Ever since we moved into this mansion, it’s been go, go, go. No breaks, no fun. Just ’impress Grandfather’ this and ’family legacy’ that."
Sofia picked up her phone from beside her plate, scrolling absentmindedly. "Tell me about it. Oh, wait... look! The V Chefs just posted a new video."
Bianca’s eyes lit up, and she leaned over to see the screen. "Really? Let me see. Those guys are blowing up. What’s this one about?"
Sofia tapped play, and the video started: bright kitchen scenes with Vera and Vale, the bubbly hosts, teaming up with a young chef... Elias, though they didn’t know his name yet... and two adorable twin boys. They were making breakfast... scrambled eggs and others. The twins giggled as they ate. Elias is helping them with a smile. He looked cute in his apron, his hair slightly messy, and he was gentle.
"Everyone’s praising the twins," Sofia said, scrolling to the comments. "And look at this:
’Who’s the male chef? He’s so adorable!’ ’More videos with him, please!’ ’He makes cooking look easy and fun.’
"
Bianca smirked, grabbing a grape from her plate and popping it into her mouth. "Jealous? They do have that wholesome vibe going on. Should we get our guys to drop a bunch of hate comments?"
Sofia paused the video, tilting her head. "Hold on, let’s watch the whole thing first." They huddled together, eyes glued to the screen. The video was light-hearted: Elias chatting with the twins, Vera and Vale adding commentary. It ended with everyone tasting the food, thumbs up all around. "Okay, that’s actually cute," Sofia admitted. "It doesn’t deserve hate comments."
Bianca nodded slowly, a sly grin forming. "True. But since we’re in the same country now... why not reach out? Suggest a collab video. Us with the V Chefs. It could be fun... and good exposure."
Sofia’s eyebrows shot up, intrigued. "You know, that’s not a bad idea. Show off our cooking skills, or lack thereof." She waved her phone. "I’ll send them a message right now. ’Hey, love your content! We’re fans and in the area—any interest in a collab?’"
Bianca leaned in, excited. "If they say yes, where should we do it? Some neutral spot?"
Sofia thought for a moment, then smirked back. "No way. Let’s make it here... at the Corleone house. It’s time to flex a little. Show off Grandfather’s mansion. The grand kitchen, the gardens... it’ll blow their minds."
Bianca’s laughter rang out again. "Perfect. They’ll be dying to come. And who knows? Maybe it’ll impress Grandfather too... us bringing in influencers, modernising the family image."
They exchanged glances, the idea sparking a thrill of anticipation. But as Sofia hit send on the message, a subtle tension lingered.
What if the V Chefs accepted? What secrets might spill in such a collab?