She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 295

She gestured subtly toward Miles with her chin. "It was always paid by the previous lady of the house. Now that you and Mr. Jewell are married, I thought I should come to you."

Sylvie set down her spoon. "Callie, how much is your monthly salary?"

Assuming Sylvie was about to pay her, Callie smiled and answered honestly, "It's thirty thousand a month. With last month included, that makes it sixty thousand for the two months."

"Sixty thousand?" Her eyes widened. She truly hadn't expected a nanny to be paid so outrageously well.

"Yes." Callie nodded, eagerly waiting for her money.

Instead, she was met with a flat, indifferent response. "Callie, you should ask Mr. Jewell for your salary."

"Ask Mr. Jewell?" Her smile froze. "But before, it was always..."

Sylvie smiled back, her voice perfectly polite but cutting off the older woman's words. "Before was before. I am Mrs. Jewell now."

"But Sylvie..."

"Callie." Her smile faded slightly as she repeated herself with deliberate emphasis. "I am Mrs. Jewell."

The nanny instantly understood the implication. Her expression shifted into deep embarrassment. "Ma'am... Mrs. Jewell..."

"Mhm." Sylvie nodded, seemingly satisfied with the correction. "About your salary, go speak to Mr. Jewell about it."

Callie felt a complicated knot in her chest. The way she looked at Sylvie grew a little more guarded, her voice stiff. "Understood... Mrs. Jewell."

...

At the project guesthouse, the doors to Hulda's and the adjacent room opened at almost the exact same time.

She stepped out into the hallway and came face to face with Caspian, who was also heading out.

But the moment she saw his face, she froze in shock.

His usually handsome, aristocratic features were currently dotted with several red, swollen mosquito bites of varying sizes. And it wasn't just his face—his neck and presumably areas hidden beneath his clothes had suffered the same fate.

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