All Chapters of A Baby Sitter's Love: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

OliverThe message wasn't from Nicole, as I had hoped. I realized it was a message from her sister. Emily sent me a "Thank you very much," and she didn't need to complete the message for me to understand what she was thanking me for. I imagine she's happy because Nicole is already home and well. As a sister, she must have felt the same anguish I was feeling, sensing that things weren't right with Nicole.I sighed, trying to control the stress caused by the disappointment in the face of my foolish expectation that I had created with just a message notification, and headed to my favorite little bar. It was one of the few places I really enjoy going to, as it offers a calm and pleasant atmosphere and is conveniently located near my building, just a few blocks away. I just hope I don't run into Elena again, like what happened last time I was here. I'm not in the mood to socialize, really. I just need a few drinks.I was already on my second drink when a familiar face sat down next to me a

Oliver I woke up to my phone ringing and initially thought of ignoring the call. I had no inclination to talk to anyone. Then I remembered Eloá and fully woke up, reaching for the phone on the bedside table. I checked the screen to confirm that it was indeed Martina, which could indicate issues with my daughter. I wouldn't forgive her if something had happened to Eloá again!"What happened, Martina?" I asked, now quite anxious."Something very serious, Oliver," she said exactly what I dreaded the most. "I'll be passing by your building in five minutes. Come meet us, please! Hurry!""Tell me what happened, Martina!" I pressed her.I had already gotten out of bed, and still with the phone pressed to my ear, I hurriedly wa

 Oliver I looked around the dark room with no idea where I was. I strained to remember my last memory and quickly recalled getting into a car with Martina, who had used something to make me black out completely.I ran my hand over my eyes, trying to fully wake up, and sat up on the bed. I don't know Martina's intentions, but I can't complain about the comfort of the place she brought me to. The room is enormous, very luxurious, and elegant. In fact, I noticed several similarities with the decoration my ex-wife had done in our own bedroom, which means I'm not in a place unfamiliar to Martina.It's no use even looking for my cellphone. Martina wouldn't make anything easy for me, and I confirmed that when I went to the window and opened the curtains, only to confirm what I already suspected. Protective bars on the

OliverFaced with Martina's threat, a sense of helplessness took hold of me, but I realized I had no choice but to accept her conditions. My unquestionable priority was the safety and well-being of my daughter, Eloá. Martina's words about her biological paternity echoed painfully in my mind, but I was determined not to allow it to shake the deep bond we shared.However, behind the scenes, I had quietly gathered a series of pieces of evidence that could completely change the course of the case. My lawyer, with tireless dedication, had compiled a comprehensive dossier that proved Martina's negligence as a mother. Photos, audio recordings, and videos illustrated moments when Eloá was clearly unattended. Even the hospital report from the occasion when Eloá had been hospitalized after an incident at the beach, and the testimonies of impartial witnesses, all these elements strengthened my position.Although Martina's threat to seek a DNA analysis from the man she claimed to be Eloá's biolog

OliverMy sole concern was ensuring Eloá's well-being, but I received far more than I anticipated. Martina had lied about it, and she must have fabricated numerous other things as well. However, she won't have another opportunity to attack me. I intend to make this abundantly clear to her during the upcoming hearing."My attorney is aware of the new terms, dear," Martina murmured softly, presumably to avoid the judge overhearing.I offered no response, and her expression immediately changed."Oliver?"Once again, I responded with silence. At that very moment, the judge initiated the session, preventing any further interactions between Martina and me.Less than an hour later, following several attempts by Martina's lawyer to have me consider a new extrajudicial agreement between the parties, I stood my ground and reiterated that there was no possibility of an agreement between us. I am now certain that the outcome of the case will not be favorable for my ex-wife."You must do what you