Chapter 15

Brandon obviously still hadn't let go of his suspicion towards Simon and followed him, seemingly determined to keep an eye on Simon until he left.

It was even stranger for me to stay here, as if I was nervous about something.

So I cleared my throat and said, "Brandon, I'm not feeling well. I'm going back to my room to rest."

It seemed that my action dispelled Brandon's suspicion. He relaxed his brows and nodded.

But when I returned to my room, I couldn't even sit down.

Simon suddenly appeared, surely with some information to share with me, but Brandon was always watching, making it impossible for us to talk.

I paced around the room for a long time until I suddenly heard Brandon shout, "What are you doing?"

I was startled and quickly ran over to check.

I saw that Simon had somehow broken a pipe in the bathroom, and now the bathroom was flooded, with water spraying all over Brandon.

Simon found a spot where the water couldn't reach him and apologized with a guilty look.

I knew this was Simon creating an opportunity for me, so I quickly frowned and glared at him.

"What do you mean by this? How could you get my husband all wet? Do you know how busy he usually is? If he catches a cold because of you, can you afford to compensate?"

Simon quickly apologized, and Brandon was also surprised by my sudden anger. He stepped forward and pulled me back.

"Forget it, Caroline. He didn't do it on purpose."

I was waiting for him to say that, so I quickly turned around and pretended to wipe the water off him with concern. "You're all dirty. Go inside and wash up. What if you catch a cold?"

After my outburst, Brandon seemed to no longer suspect that there was anything between Simon and me and went straight to his bedroom bathroom.

Seeing him leave, I quickly clasped my hands together and apologized to Simon.

"Sorry, if I didn't do that, he wouldn't believe you. I'm really sorry."

Simon shook his head, looking completely different from his previous timid and fearful demeanor.

"Time is limited, let's get to the point."

"After you left, Kathy went to that doctor again to modify the formula. Now, both the taste and color are almost identical to what they gave you before. Take me to replace the herbs, and you can drink this from now on."

I was delighted, not expecting them to act so quickly.

I looked upstairs to confirm there was no movement, then pulled Simon into the maid's room.

The herbal packets for my medicine were always kept in Shirley's room, and she would take them out every day to prepare my medicine.

Simon glanced around and quickly swapped the herbs, making it look exactly the same as before, so no one could tell the difference.

After the swap, Simon and I left Shirley's room.

At that moment, Brandon silently came downstairs.

Seeing him, I felt a wave of fear. If Simon hadn't acted quickly, we would have been caught in Shirley's room.

Brandon looked at Simon, who was fixing the pipe on the floor. "Are you done yet? Why is it taking so long to fix this pipe?"

Simon kept apologizing, and after tightening a screw, the leak in the bathroom was fixed.

He spoke in a local accent, "Sorry, Mr. Jordan, Mrs. Jordan, I'll clean it up for you."

Brandon impatiently nodded and then looked at me.

"Caroline, go back. There's nothing to see here."

Afraid of being exposed, I quickly slipped back to my room.

After a while, I heard noises from the villa's yard. I quietly opened a crack in the window and saw Brandon and Simon.

Brandon said, "You need to do your job properly. Otherwise, why are we paying you? If you disturb us again, I'll definitely file a complaint."

Simon nodded and casually glanced up, meeting my eyes.

He subtly nodded at me, and I felt relieved knowing he had left safely.

I decided to take a nap in my room until Shirley came back in the evening and brought me the prepared medicine.

Looking at the bowl of medicine she handed me, I thought Shirley and Brandon probably didn't know that it had been replaced with a life-saving antidote instead of the harmful poison.

Shirley's face hadn't shown any results from her hospital visit, and she looked very upset.

After I quickly drank the medicine, she left without saying a word.

I noticed that Shirley's facial swelling seemed worse than before.

The doctor's medicine was indeed effective. After drinking it, I felt much stronger than before.

If I continued like this, I might fully recover soon.

I was immersed in this joy when the children's cries brought me back to reality.

I realized I should take this time to investigate why the children cried whenever they saw me.

But Brandon was so cautious that he even locked the drawers, so the surveillance footage must be password-protected. To check the footage, I needed some special means.

Late at night, I called Simon.

After he delivered the medicine last time, I memorized his phone number.

When I called, Simon's voice sounded a bit sleepy.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Sorry to bother you so late, but this is the only time I can call. I'm really sorry."

Realizing it was me, Simon cleared his throat, his voice inexplicably lazy. "It's okay, go ahead."

"I want to know if you can crack the surveillance password. I want to check the footage of the children's room. I suspect our nanny, Shirley, has done something to my kids."

Simon thought for a moment and then replied, "It's not difficult, but it requires some skills to crack. I'll get back to you in a week. Call me then."

For some reason, even though I had only met Simon a few times, I found him very reliable.

I thanked him excitedly and hung up the phone.

Back in bed, I stared at the ceiling, feeling completely different from before.

Previously, I felt isolated and helpless, thinking I could only lie in bed and wait to die.

But now, it seemed like every crisis had a solution, and everything was moving in a positive direction. Although it was just a small step, compared to being stuck in the mud before, I was already very satisfied.

After drinking the antidote, my spirits improved, and my complexion looked better than before.

So I started applying a layer of pale foundation on my face every day, making me look worse than before. I also took the opportunity to stop lying in bed all day and instead lay in the rocking chair in the yard with Nala, basking in the sun.

If Shirley and Brandon asked, I would just say I was too dizzy to sleep.

They both assumed my condition was worsening and didn't suspect a thing.