A Sports Car for Mom’s Birthday and an Unmasking of ParasitesChapter 1
The night after my mom’s birthday, I overheard a conversation that made my skin crawl.
The nanny was grumbling to my boyfriend, her voice laced with irritation, “Today is my birthday, but she only gave her mother a gift and not me. When you two get married, you can’t let her keep spending money on her family like this.”
The driver jumped in, just as annoyed. “Exactly! Why does an old lady need a sports car? She should’ve given it to me! Son, you’d better get her pregnant soon. That way, she won’t have time to waste on things like this.”
Son?
A cold chill ran down my spine. My boyfriend always told me he had no parents, that he saw my mom as his own. So why were they talking to him like that?
The next morning, I checked the security footage, still feeling uneasy. That was when I saw it; him swapping out my vitamins for folic acid.
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My mom loves fast cars, so for her birthday, I got her a customized sports car. I knew she would be thrilled.
However, before I could even say anything, Alexis, our nanny, jumped in, shaking her head. “Stella, why would you buy this kind of car? It’s just flashy, not practical at all! You should return it before your mom even drives it, don’t waste your money like that.”
Just like that, the excitement in the room disappeared. The conversation died and everyone fell silent. But Alexis didn’t seem to notice.
She grabbed my phone off the table and shoved it into my hand. “Well? What are you waiting for? Call them! What if it’s too late and they refuse to take it back? You young people are so reckless with money, you have no idea how to be responsible.”
I frowned, my grip tightening around my phone. Who wouldn’t be annoyed if their nanny acted like this over a gift they’d carefully picked for their own mother?
But I didn’t want to ruin the moment for my mom. It was her birthday, after all. So instead of arguing, I just slid my phone into my bag and smiled. “Mom, here are the keys. Take it for a spin and see if you like it.”
She smiled, got into the car and ran her hands over the steering wheel, clearly pleased. Meanwhile, I turned back to find Alexis glaring at me like I had just committed some horrible crime.
I was about to put her in her place when Ulrich Zielinski, our driver, strolled over, his face flushed, reeking of alcohol.