You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2004: Desperate Need for This Job

Elsa lifted her head, "It's alright, it was many years ago. I've long gotten used to it. Madam, you can rest assured. I'm used to this

and have no hto long for. My late husband and | never had children. | have no attachments. | will do my utmost to take care of

the young masters, not disappointing Madam's trust."

"Ah, you are devoted," Joyce awkwardly smiled.

Joyce had never imagined Elsa had such a tragic past. She didn't press further.

At that moment, Mrs. Powell passed by from the dining room.

Luther gave Joyce a look.

Joyce hurriedly waved to Mrs. Powell, "Il just baked a pizza, chave a slice."

Mrs. Powell hesitated at the door, feeling somewhat flattered, "Oh, no need. Madam, Mr. Warner, I've already had breakfast."

"Have a slice, it takes energy to care for children. Freshly baked pizza tastes best when hot. It would be a waste of Elsa's skills,"

Joyce insisted, handing a slice to Elsa and instructing her to distribute the rest later.

Elsa nodded, "Alright, Madam."

Mrs. Powell then entered.

Taking the steaming pizza, she was filled with inexplicable emotions. Despite their status and power, this family had no airs about

them. Her hands trembled slightly.

"Why aren't you eating? Sit, we don't have many rules here," Joyce encouraged.

Anderson and Iris had finished eating, and both got up.

Anderson said, "Mom, Dad, we're done eating and heading to school. Uncle Aaron is waiting downstairs for us."

Iris told Mrs. Powell, "Auntie, please have a seat, I'll give you my spot."

Mrs. Powell was further moved.

Despite her reservations, she stood tentatively, "It's fine, I'll just stand and eat."

With caution, she took a bite of the pizza.

"Go on, have fun at school," Joyce bid farewell to Anderson and Iris, feeling that it was safer for the two children to be at school

during the day.

Luther pulled Iris to him, kissed her on the head, and then let her go, "Be good, go on."

"Bye, Mom, Dad," Iris left, bouncing away.

Anderson glanced back thoughtfully, but didn't say much, following his sister.

Once they left, Mrs. Powell finished her pizza, wiped her fingers with a napkin from the table, and tossed it in the trash. She stood

respectfully to the side.

"Madam, Mr. Warner, I'm done eating. I'll go check on the children now," she said.

"Wait." Joyce stopped Mrs. Powell, "I checked on Cullen in the nursery last night, he was sound asleep. You're doing a great job,

thank you for your efforts."

Mrs. Powell hesitated, "Oh, | apologize. | must have slept too deeply last night. | felt like someone cin. But | couldn't wake up.

Cullen had just been fed not long before, and he usually sleeps for four hours after a full feed, so | drifted off too."

Joyce smiled, "Don't worry. | meant to say that Cullen slept soundly."

Stirring her hands nervously, Mrs. Powell continued, "But | should have woken up at any disturbance. | should always be alert,

Madam, I'm truly sorry. I'll be more vigilant next time."

Luther raised a brow, noncommittal.

Seeing Mrs. Powell nodding anxiously, Joyce was at a loss for words.

Luther then spoke, "You're thorough and professional. Since Wilson and Cullen returned home, you've been on night duty for over

half a month. Let's switch things up now. Starting tonight, Cullen will sleep with Mrs. Brown. | believe you can utilize your expertise

by checking the children's health daily. After all, you're a maternity nurse by profession. At night, you can make rounds like in a

hospital once or twice. This way, you can rest assured and the children will receive better care."

"Yes, Mr. Warner," Mrs. Powell immediately agreed.

She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Mr. Warner, Madam, have | done something wrong? Is there something unsatisfactory?

Please tell me, I'll make amends. I'll do my best, | really need this job."

Joyce scrutinized Mrs. Powell, noticing her anxiety.

Knowing Mrs. Powell's financial struggles despite her educated background, Joyce and Luther suspected her the most.

"Don't worry, we're simply rotating schedules for rest. You're doing a great job," Joyce reassured. "By the way, | saw on your

resthat your son is in high school, and you stay at our house all day. Don't you need to go hto take care of him? If you

have difficulties, | can grant you leave to visit him."

"No, Madam. My mother helps take care of my son, he's very obedient. He never givesany trouble," Mrs. Powell hurriedly

declined the offer of leave.

"May | ask out of curiosity? You seem to really need this job, why is that?" Joyce probed.

With a sigh, Mrs. Powell replied, "You know my financial situation. My son is capable and hardworking, he dreams of attending

Mufron Medical University. But as a mother, | may not be able to save enough for his tuition. Madam, | cannot find another stable

and well-paid job like this anywhere else. | truly need this job. Please rest assured, | will do my best to care for the young masters."

Luther waved his hand, "You can go now, work with peace of mind. We won't mistreat you."

Expressing gratitude, Mrs. Powell quickly left.