When I woke up, I was in a hospital, with a well-dressed man in a suit sitting beside my bed.
I politely asked, "Sir, am I here to interview for a live-in nanny position at your house?"
His face turned deathly pale. "What did you say?"
I was a little nervous. "I'm sorry, I've lost my memory. I only remember that I was going to work as a live-in nanny for a family..."
He tremblingly took my hand, but I instinctively pulled away. "Sir, please show some respect."
When I returned to the villa, everyone looked at me strangely.
I worked diligently, getting up at five every morning to make breakfast. I addressed Mr. Gu formally and called the woman who often visited the house "Miss Wen."
The look in her eyes changed from smugness to unease.
My son cried and clung to me. Awkwardly, I pushed him away. "Young Master, nannies aren't allowed to have physical contact with their employers."
He cried even louder.
Mr. Gu often stared at me. I thought he was dissatisfied with my work, so I tried even harder.
One night, I brought a late-night snack to the study and heard him on the phone.
"Doctor, when will she get her memory back? I can't take this anymore..."
His voice was choked with tears. "She used to love me so much, but now she treats me like a stranger..."
I froze outside the door.
