All Chapters of Babysitting The CEO's Daughter : Chapter 151 - Chapter 158

Three MonthsThe words hung in the sterile hospital air like a death sentence wrapped in clinical politeness.“Three months,” the doctor had said gently. “Maybe a little more if the treatment responds well. But we need to be realistic.”I stood frozen beside Eliana’s bed, my mother’s frail hand in mine. Three months. After everything we had already survived — the fire, the years apart, the surgery, the lies — we were being given three months.“No,” I said immediately, my voice sharper than I intended. “She’s coming home with us. Today.”Eliana let out a tired laugh that turned into a cough. “Nicole, sweetheart, stop. I’m not burdening that man’s house with a dying woman.”“You’re not dying,” I snapped, ev

The Days That CountSix weeks had passed since Eliana moved in, and our house — once cold and echoing — had become something entirely different.It was loud now. Beautifully, chaotically loud.Loise’s laughter rang through the halls every morning as she dragged Eliana’s wheelchair to the garden for “butterfly patrol.” Fletcher no longer disappeared into his study the moment he got home. He lingered. He laughed. He let himself be needed. The man who used to command silence now sat on the floor helping Loise build Lego castles while Eliana watched with a knowing smile.I stood at the kitchen window one golden afternoon, watching them. Fletcher had rolled up his sleeves, his injured shoulder finally free of the sling. Loise was explaining something very seriously about why the princess tower needed to be taller. Eliana sat under the

  Dr. Sandra's Ending I read the article in the quiet of the living room while Loise napped and Eliana rested. Fletcher had sent the link to my phone without any message. He didn’t need to explain. The headline was enough: Disgraced Pediatrician Loses All Medical Licenses, Faces Multiple Investigations. They had stripped her of everything. Every license, every certificate, every hospital that once welcomed her with open arms. Her connections on the medical board had been dragged into the light too — bribes, favors, quiet deals that went back years. The Harringtons had paid her well, but not well enough to stay hidden once Fletcher’s people started digging. I scrolled down slowly. There was one final interview. Sandra had given it from some undisclosed locatio

Six MonthsSix months.Sometimes it felt like time had slowed down on purpose, letting us savor every single day. Other times it felt like the days were slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold on. The doctors had given my mother three months at most. She had already beaten that prediction, but we all knew the extra time was borrowed.The house had changed completely. It was no longer the cold, silent mansion it used to be. Now it was filled with life — Loise’s constant chatter, Fletcher’s low laughter, the soft hum of Eliana’s favorite old music playing from her room. For the first time in years, this place actually felt like a home.I spent most of my mornings in the east wing with Eliana. She was noticeably weaker now. Her movements were slower, her voice softer, but her eyes were still as sharp as ever. That fire