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Chapter 03
3rd Person's POV
They got out of the car. They arrived at a very large mansion. There were maids there who greeted them immediately.
"Mommy, is this our house? Do you remember?" the child asked while holding Sonia's hand. Sonia couldn't speak.
"France, she's not your mom—"
"No! She's my mom!" the child shouted and hugged Sonia's waist. The woman bit her lip.
The man sighed. He looked at Sonia and told her to go inside first.
Some maids and a butler followed. Sonia remained with her head bowed because of the scrutinizing looks they were giving her.
When they entered the mansion, the people who had followed them just moments ago suddenly disappeared.
The man seated Sonia on the sofa. Sonia sat beside the young boy.
"France, go take a shower and change," the man said, loosening his tie.
"No! I'm not leaving. Make mommy leave again!" the child shouted. The man looked at Sonia, seemingly telling her to speak.
Sonia cleared her throat and glanced at France. She told him she would wait there for him.
"I'm not leaving," Sonia said. France blinked and raised his pinky.
"Promise?"
Sonia saw her child in the young boy. She blinked and smiled slightly, raised her hand, and made a promise.
The child immediately stood up and ran downstairs, saying he would come back down.
"Sorry about my son. He still doesn't understand that his mom won't be coming back," the man said, sitting on the sofa opposite Sonia.
"My ex-wife passed away less than two years ago. France is still having a hard time accepting it," the man added. Sonia didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.
"I'll have someone take you back to where you're staying after we talk to France," the man said. Sonia just looked at him, then looked away.
"I don't have a place to go back to. Just take me back to the park later," Sonia said. That's where she slept after the Valencias kicked her out.
"Then you can stay here. If you don't mind, you can be France's nanny," the man said. Sonia paused and looked at him. The man gently scratch his cheek.
"If it's alright with you. Handling France isn't difficult as long as he believes you're his mom," the man said. Sonia furrowed her brow.
"Besides being a nanny, do you want me to pretend to be his mom?" Sonia asked. She told him that if he did that, it wouldn't have a good effect on the child.
"Sorry, sir. I agree to be the nanny because I need the job, but pretending to be your child's mom, I can't do that. I have a child of my own," Sonia said. The man paused for a moment then looked away. He apologized.
France came down and called Sonia mommy. He held Sonia's hand. The woman's expression softened.
"I'm not your mommy. You must have mistaken me because my face was covered, but I'm not your mommy," Sonia said. The child didn't speak. Sonia raised her hand and removed the coverings from her face one by one.
"See, I'm not—"
Sonia stopped as France touched her cheek. He had a gentle expression as he looked into Sonia's eyes.
"Are you hurt? Mommy," the young boy said. Sonia's eyes welled up. She suddenly remembered her child and hugged France.
Sonia couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. She was exhausted. She said she wasn't a bad person; she just wanted to be a good mother.
Sonia continued to cry as she hugged the child, who was now hugging Sonia's head.
After Sonia's crying session, she almost knelt in front of Fabian Martinez to ask for forgiveness. Sonia said she just missed her child.
The man smiled and said it was okay. Fabian looked at his son, who was now sleeping on Sonia's lap.
"France likes you. It seems he doesn't call you mommy because he sees his ex-wife in you," the man said, looking directly into Sonia's eyes.
"You can stay here as France's nanny. You can stay in a room connected to France's room," Fabian said. Sonia was pleased with Fabian's consideration; he didn't ask about her child or the reason for her crying.
"Anyway," Fabian said before standing up. He walked towards Sonia and extended his hand to her.
"I'm Fabian Martinez, and my son—his name is France Martinez," Fabian said. Sonia just looked at Fabian. She remembered when she was a model, she was just one of those people who stood by and watched Fabian as he walked by.
Now she was in front of him, taking care of his child. Sonia took Fabian's hand.
"I'm Sonia Valenci— Salazar, Sonia Salazar," Sonia said. Fabian smiled and said he was glad to meet Sonia.
Sonia didn't know if Fabian was really this kind in person because she remembered when she was just a trainee in the same agency as him, he was also short-tempered and wary of people, almost like a snob. There was even an issue that circulated that Fabian allegedly threw water on one of his sponsors' faces. Fabian released Sonia's hand.
Fabian picked up his son. France murmured "mommy."
"Follow me, I'll take you to your room, and tomorrow, I'll introduce you to the other maids," Fabian said. Sonia stood up. Fabian turned around and walked. Sonia followed with France.
"Don't bother Fabian. You just need to play with him and watch over him all the time after school. He can take care of himself, even cleaning his room, dressing himself, and bathing," Fabian said. Sonia glanced at him.
"He can't," Sonia whispered. Fabian stopped and looked back. Sonia blinked and glanced slightly in another direction.
"I think his mom used to dress him and bathe him, but since she's not here, he has no choice but to take care of himself," Sonia said. Fabian chuckled lightly and said Sonia knew a lot about the child.
"I have a son too. He's the same when I'm not around. We also have maids, but he doesn't want anyone else to take care of him besides me," Sonia whispered. Sonia paused after realizing something. She had just said all that to a man she didn't really know.
Sonia glanced at Fabian. Fabian just smiled and said they were in front of France's room. Sonia immediately opened the door.
Fabian entered his son's room. He told Sonia to come in.
"When it's nighttime and France is asleep, I'll lock his room. If possible, always keep an eye on him—there are times when he sleepwalks, and I'm afraid he might fall down the stairs," Fabian said after putting his son to bed.
Sonia stopped.
"Sleepwalk?" Sonia repeated. At that age, he was sleepwalking.
"Yeah, he goes to his mom's room downstairs or to the pond," Fabian replied, now standing by the bed and looking at his son.
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