What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 91: Nathan At The Drago Estate!

Chapter 91: Nathan At The Drago Estate!
Nathan placed a hand over his head as he stopped back and suddenly burst into laughter. The doctors around exchanged glances like they wished to know what was going on in their young master’s head.
"Why is he suddenly laughing?"
"Has he gone insane?"
"What’s funny?"
"Hahahaha!" He kept laughing till he ended it with a long sigh.
Dr Patel blinked repeatedly as he hid both hands behind him.
"I wish to know how my mate... Ended up with Viktor Drago,"
"We are unaware of the situation. Apparently, we heard the news from Elias’s guardian," he said.
Nathan nodded his head.
"Guardian? You mean, the Voss?"
Dr Patel nodded. Nathan remained silent for a few minutes before he finally looked behind. He saw a bit that was being prepared on a table.
"Were you taking that to Elias?" He asked and Dr Patel nodded his head.
"I see... Hand it over,"
"Yes... Wait, what?" He asked. The doctors started mumbling again. "I don’t understand, young master. You’re not thinking of going to the Drago house, are you?"
"What’s there not to understand? I’m friends with him. It’s not like he’s going to order his men to throw me out," he smirked and walked past Dr Patel. Nathan snatched the kit from the young doctor who was holding it and looked inside. He flung it over his shoulder and gave a silent salute to Dr Patel.
"Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets it," he said and walked away. The doctors in the room silently watched as Nathan left the meeting room and banged the door closed.
They rushed towards Dr Patel who felt like he had lost twenty years from his lifespan. He staggered and found somewhere to sit.
"I have no idea what that boy is going to do. I hope he doesn’t cause a ruckus in the Drago estate," he groaned in frustration.
"Should I send someone after him?"
"No need. He’s sensitive to people following him. Let’s just hope for the worst," he groaned in frustration.
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Meanwhile, at the Drago’s estate... It was already in the evening when the kids returned home, at the same time as Clara. She returned from a conference and was tired. She saw the twins with their phones as she entered the house.
"Good evening boys," she greeted them with a huge smile. They stared at her for a second and looked back at their phones.
She frowned and turned to Gerald who had just finished greeting the children.
"Where is Viktor? My father sent a message to him,"
Gerald swallowed hard. There was no way he could say where Viktor was. If he mentions that Viktor is in his room helping Elias with his heat, Clara won’t keep quiet about that. She could even call her father and break their engagement.
"Why aren’t you answering me?" She folded her hands as she asked again. "Where is my fiancé?"
"He isn’t home at the moment. I’m afraid he didn’t tell where he was heading," he said.
She sighed and placed a hand on her hip.
"Fine. Make the chef cook something for dinner. Since the boy’s father isn’t home, I’ll eat with them,"
"I understood, ma’am," he bowed and she walked past him. As soon as she disappeared into the house, he let out a breath of relief and went into the house. As long as Viktor and Elias don’t get caught, nothing could happen.
’It’s not that anyone is going to walk through the door and reveal that Elias is with Viktor or something,’
Gerald was sure of that as he closed the door.
He went to the kitchen and relayed Clara’s order to Milo.
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A few hours later, the twins were having dinner with Clara. She couldn’t stop talking about her day as if the twins knew what she was talking about. They were eating silently, not sparing her a glance. It’s been more than two days since they saw Elias. They wish he could appear out of nowhere like that day. They didn’t even understand how they dozed off when they were with him. It’s been a long time since they slept well, since all they’ve been thinking of was Elias.
"Have some milk, young masters," Gerald poured some milk into glass cups for them.
Dario grabbed his cup and was about to sip from it when he lifted his small head to look at Gerald.
"Will Nanny come back?"
Herald flinched when he heard that question. He swallowed hard and looked at Clara’s face who was obviously angry. She didn’t want to hear anything about Elias. She was talking about her day and the boys were ignoring her, thinking about someone who wasn’t going to be family.
"Nanny said he wasn’t angry with us. Why hasn’t he come back?" Dante asked.
Gerald placed the jug of milk on the table and cleared his throat.
"I’m sure he’ll come back soon. Have some milk, young master," he said.
"What if he never returns? This isn’t his house. You two must have forgotten that your dear nanny is an Omega. That means, he has to start a family with some Alpha from nowhere. Oh, not my Alpha. Not my Viktor, because he’s mine. There’s no way he’s going to be with the two of you forever, so man up!" She banged her hand on the table. The boys flinched and Dario placed his empty glass cup on the table.
"You’re jealous of our nanny, Aunt Clara," he said.
"What? What did you just say?" She tilted her head to the side.
"You’re jealous of our nanny," Dario repeated. She shook her head and waved her hand.
"No... Not that. What the hell did you call me? Aunty Clara?" She asked and stood up. "Call me mother, you twerp!!!"
"Ma’am, please relax. They are just kids," Gerald tried to calm her but she shoved him aside as she stormed towards the boys. She lifted her hand like she wanted to hit Dario, but got distracted when the doorbell rang. They all froze and diverted their gaze outside the dining room.
"I’m sure that’s Viktor. But, why would he ring the bell to his own house?" She asked.
"I’ll go check on..." Gerald was about to leave but she stopped him, adjusting her dress. "Don’t bother. I’ll welcome my husband myself," she rolled her eyes and walked towards the door. She opened the double door and immediately threw her hands around whoever was standing there.
"Oh! Vik! You have no idea how much I miss you," she said. She was expecting a reaction or a response from him. Maybe a push or his hands around her, but she didn’t get anything. She suddenly lifted her head and looked at his face. She suddenly flinched in fear and stepped back when she saw that it wasn’t Viktor.
"Who are you?" She asked.
Nathan slipped his left hand into his pocket as he frowned.
"Shouldn’t that be my question? After all, you’re the one who hugged me from nowhere,"
She looked at him from head to toe and looked back into the house.
"Gerald!" She yelled his name and he ran towards her.
"Yes ma’am..."
"Did you order something?" She asked, pointing at Nathan.
Gerald looked at him and immediately, he knew who he knew who he was.
"I’m sure he’s the Master’s guest," he said. She looked back at Nathan and walked away, embarrassed. She hugged him so tight, pressed her body against his. She wished she could just get rid of him so he wouldn’t spread rumours about her.
Of course, she had no idea who he was. Gerald walked closer to him and lowered his head.
"Please, come in," he said.
Nathan smiled, holding the kit as he entered. Nathan looked around the house as he was led to the living room.
Gerald gestured at him to have a seat and he did.
Just as he relaxed on the sofa, he watched as two boys walked into the sitting room.
’Huh? Are those the famous Drago twins?’
Nathan thought to himself.
He wanted to wave at them and smile, but he could see the disappointment on their faces. It was similar to the same woman that hugged him earlier. Most importantly, he didn’t come here to smile with anyone.
"I guess it’s not Dad," one of them said.
"Let’s just head to our room," the other one replied.
Nathan heard them and stroked his chin.
’I see... They must be expecting their father to return. But they have no idea that their father is somewhere in this house, fucking someone that belongs to me,’
he thought to himself and watched as Gerald walked out with a tray and a glass of water.
"You must be Nathan Caldwell," he said.
"Oh! You are well informed," he smirked. "Tell me, where is Viktor," he asked
Gerald wore a fake smile as he hid his hand behind him. He couldn’t mention where Viktor really was, especially as Clara wasn’t far from the living room.
"Your silence is suspicious... Maybe I should rephrase my question. Could you please... call Viktor out?" He asked, with a grin spreading on his lips.