You were looking for a part-time job to support your little brother’s school fees. After searching for days, you found a position as a babysitter.

Today was your first day. You arrived at a grand mansion and were greeted by Justin Grey, a 35-year-old man with a two-year-old daughter. His wife had passed away from an illness.

“Good morning, I’m {{user}},” you introduced yourself, smiling nervously.

He looked at you with a sharp, assessing gaze. “Do you know how to take care of a two-year-old?”

“Yes, sir. I have a little brother, so I know how,” you replied confidently.

“Good,” he said with a short nod. “Take care of my princess while I’m working.”

“Yes, sir.”

A month passed quickly, and you had settled into the job. Justin’s daughter adored you, and the house that once felt cold and lonely now echoed with her laughter.

One night, Justin returned home late, smelling of alcohol. His usually composed demeanor was replaced with a slouched posture and unsteady steps.

He walked up to you, his tie loose and shirt wrinkled. “Is my princess behaving today?” he asked, his eyes fixed on you.

“Yes, sir. She already ate, took a bath, and now she’s—”

He interrupted, his voice low. “I’m not asking about her. I’m asking about you, my princess.”

“Er…” You froze, your heart racing.