What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 138: Not A Peasant!

Chapter 138: Not A Peasant!
In the VIP hospital room, the air was thick with the scent of fresh laundry and a faint hint of antiseptics. Nathan stood in front of a small mirror mounted on the wall, buttoning his crisp white shirt with deliberate care.
He’d spent far too long cooped up in this place. The beeps of monitors and the sterile white walls were already driving him crazy. His shoulder still throbbed from the gunshot wound, a dull ache that reminded him of the chaos at the Drago estate, but he ignored it. He was done being a patient.
Behind him, his secretary, Leo, with his glasses and a perpetually organised clipboard, held Nathan’s suit jacket at the ready.
Leo cleared his throat, adjusting his tie. "Sir, where exactly are you heading? The doctors recommended at least another day of rest. Your wound isn’t fully healed."
Nathan smirked, his fingers working the last button.
"Where do you think, Leo? I’m going to look for Elias. What else would I be doing?"
Leo sighed, shifting the jacket to his other arm. "With all due respect, Mr Caldwell, you have more important things at the company. The board meeting is scheduled for tomorrow, and the quarterly s require your approval. Plus, the investors are getting antsy about the new project delays."
Nathan turned slightly, catching Leo’s eye in the mirror.
"Nothing is more important than Elias. The company can wait. s can wait. Investors? Tell them to hold their breath." His tone was light, but there was an edge of that alpha possessiveness creeping in.
Leo didn’t argue further. He’d worked for Nathan long enough to know when to back off. Instead, he watched as Nathan winced as he reached for the jacket. The movement pulled at his injured shoulder, sending a jolt of pain through him. Leo stepped forward instinctively.
"Here, let me help with that, sir."
Nathan waved him off, gritting his teeth.
"I got it. Don’t baby me." He shrugged into the jacket slowly, masking the discomfort with a forced grin. Once it was on, he straightened up, brushing imaginary lint from the sleeves. He stared at his reflection with his hair a bit tousled, eyes sharp and determined. He ran his fingers through his hair, combing it back roughly. "Not bad. I look ready to win him back."
Leo nodded, though his expression was doubtful. "You do, sir. But are you sure about this? Elias... he’s with Drago now. Pushing too hard might..."
"Prepare the car," Nathan interrupted, his voice firm. "I don’t need a lecture. Just get it done."
Leo hesitated for a second, then bowed his head slightly.
"Right away." He turned toward the door, hand on the knob, when it swung open unexpectedly. A beautiful and elegant woman stepped in, her presence commanding the room immediately. She was in her early fifties, dressed in a tailored designer coat over a silk blouse, her hair pulled into a flawless chignon. Diamond earrings caught the light as she removed her oversized sunglasses, revealing sharp eyes that mirrored Nathan’s.
Leo froze, recognising her instantly from company photos and old family stories. Isabella Caldwell, Nathan’s mother... and a force in her own right, with her own business empire in fashion and real estate.
Isabella’s gaze swept the room, landing on Nathan. "Son," she said, her voice smooth but laced with concern.
Nathan turned fully now, his brows furrowing in surprise and annoyance. "Mother? What are you doing here?"
Isabella waved a manicured hand dismissively at the guards hovering behind her... two burly men in suits... and her personal secretary, Lucia, who clutched a tablet.
"Step back, all of you. I wish to speak to my son alone." The guards nodded and retreated outside, Lucia following with a quick glance at Leo.
Leo looked at Nathan for direction. Nathan sighed, waving him off.
"You heard me earlier... get the car ready." Leo nodded, slipping past Isabella and closing the door softly behind him.
The room fell quiet for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of hospital equipment from the hall. Isabella set her sunglasses on a side table, her eyes narrowing as she took in Nathan’s appearance.
"What is the meaning of what I’m hearing? How could you get injured... shot, no less... while trying to save some peasant?"
Nathan froze, his hands pausing mid-adjustment on his collar. The word "peasant" hit him like a slap. He shot her a hard glare, his pheromones flaring subtly in the air, making the room feel heavier. "A peasant? Did you just call my saviour a peasant?"
Isabella stepped back instinctively, her hand fluttering to her chest. She hadn’t seen Nathan in years... five, maybe ten. In her mind, he was still the sweet, obedient boy she’d left behind when she divorced his father and moved abroad to build her own life. But this Nathan was different: taller, broader, with a cold edge in his eyes that unnerved her. "Nathan, I... I just meant..."
He stepped forward, closing the distance, his voice low and threatening. "Don’t call Elias names again. Or I’ll choke you to death with that silver necklace you’re wearing." His eyes flicked to the expensive chain around her neck, glinting under the lights.
Isabella’s hand went to the necklace, clutching it tightly as she swallowed hard. Her heart pounded... this wasn’t her son. "Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m your mother."
Nathan adjusted his collar smoothly, unfazed. "So?"
She blinked, taken aback.
"I was worried about you! I cancelled my vacation the moment I heard what happened to you. I flew straight here just for you. And this is how you treat me? Like some stranger?"
Nathan watched as she dabbed at her eyes, tears welling up... fake, he knew. She’d always been good at the dramatics, using them to get her way during family arguments when he was a kid. But it didn’t work on him anymore. "Worried? That’s new. You haven’t been around in years. And now you show up, throwing insults at the one person who matters to me?"
Isabella sniffled, her voice trembling.
"Nathan, please. I just want what’s best for you. This... Elias. He’s not from our world. I heard the stories. He’s just some nobody you picked up. And now you’re risking your life for him? Getting shot for him?"
Nathan’s jaw clenched. "Elias saved me. More than once. And he’s not a nobody. He’s everything." He checked his watch, impatience growing. "Look, I have somewhere important to be. If you’re less busy, go spend time with Father. I’m sure he’d love the company."
He moved toward the door, but Isabella stepped in front of it, blocking his path. Her tears were flowing freely now, mascara smudging slightly. "Where are you going? Can’t you spend a little time with your mother? We haven’t talked in so long. Let’s sit, have coffee and catch up."
Nathan paused, then suddenly wore a cold and calculated smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He placed a hand on her shoulder, gentle at first. Isabella’s face softened, hope flickering that maybe he was coming around.
"Mother," he said softly.
"Yes, son?" she replied, her voice hopeful.
But in a swift motion, Nathan shoved her aside... not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to clear the way. She stumbled against the wall, gasping. "Hang around the city if you want," he said, opening the door. "I’m too busy for mother-son moments." Outside, her guards and Lucia straightened up, but a single glare from Nathan made them part for him. He strode down the hall without looking back.
Lucia rushed into the room, finding Isabella leaning against the wall, her hand still on her necklace, tears streaming down her face. "Madam, are you alright? What happened?"
Isabella straightened up, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"How could I be alright? That damn omega has stolen my son from me!" Her voice cracked, a mix of genuine hurt and anger.
Lucia closed the door quickly, muffling any sounds from the hall.
"Please, calm down, madam. Sit." She guided Isabella to a chair, pulling a handkerchief from her purse and handing it over.
Isabella took it, sniffing loudly as she wiped her face. "He’s changed, Lucia. Completely. That boy... Elias. He’s poisoned Nathan’s mind."
Lucia nodded sympathetically, though she kept her expression neutral. "I understand. But let’s focus. What do you want to do?"
Isabella blew her nose, her tears slowing as resolve set in.
"Tell me what you’ve gathered about that peasant. Everything."
Lucia pulled out her tablet, scrolling through notes. "He’s not someone significant, madam. His name is Elias Kane. Orphan... parents died in a car accident years ago. He was studying, working odd jobs. But now... apart from Nathan, he has something going on with the current head of the Drago family. Viktor Drago."
Isabella stopped crying abruptly, her eyes widening. "Drago family? That mid-class mafia bunch?"
Lucia furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t correct her... the Dragos were far from mid-class, but she nodded along. "Yes, madam. Nathan knows. He’s been fighting over Elias with Drago. That’s how he got shot... in Drago’s estate."
Isabella wiped the last tears from her cheeks, handing the handkerchief back to Lucia. Her face hardened, the sadness replaced by determination. "My son, fighting like some street thug over a commoner? This ends now." She stood, adjusting her hair and smoothing her coat. "Is my husband... I mean, ex-husband, at the company?"
Lucia checked her tablet. "Yes, madam. He’s in a meeting, but I can check his schedule to see when would be the perfect time to meet him."
Isabella sniffed one last time, her posture regal again.
"Lead the way. I must see him and discuss how we can end this madness. I cannot allow my son to be with that commoner. Never!"
Lucia nodded, opening the door for her as they walked out.