The Greedy Nanny

My name is Jasmine George, and I am a scientific researcher. For the past ten years, I have devoted all my energy to scientific research projects. When my daughter Nancy Sue had just turned five, I hired Nanny Dawson to help at home. Nanny Dawson was efficient and seemed attentive to Nancy Sue, remaining with us for ten years. Last year, I undertook a national-level research project that required a year of isolated development. Before I left, I entrusted Nancy Sue to Nanny Dawson's care with complete confidence. To ensure their worries were relieved, I transferred three million monthly in living expenses to Nanny Dawson. She even arranged for Nanny Dawson to move into the villa, so she could conveniently attend to Nancy Sue's daily needs. During that year, I occasionally called Nancy Sue, but most times, no one answered. Nanny Dawson always said that Nancy Sue was busy studying or had already gone to bed, so I didn't think much of it. After all, the research project was demanding; I was overwhelmed every day and simply had no time to look into it. It wasn't until last month, when the project finally concluded successfully, that I wanted to share the good news with Nancy Sue. But no matter how many times I called, Nancy Sue's phone was always switched off. Growing anxious, I hurriedly contacted Nanny Dawson, but she stammered and couldn't give me a clear explanation. I sensed something was wrong and immediately leveraged my connections to find out about Nancy Sue's situation. Soon after, a friend informed me that Nancy Sue had been admitted to the hospital two weeks ago due to severe malnutrition. What devastated me even more was the news that Nancy Sue had been bullied at school for a long time, her reputation utterly destroyed. Hearing this, I felt as if the sky was falling down. I could hardly believe that my once lively and cheerful daughter had turned into this. Ignoring the aftermath of my project, I requested leave from my workplace overnight. Early the next morning, I bought the earliest flight ticket and hurried home, my heart aching with anxiety. Throughout the journey, my mind was filled with images of Nancy Sue; the more I thought about her, the deeper my fear grew, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face. As soon as the plane landed, I didn't even have time to collect my luggage before hailing a taxi straight to the hospital. The moment I pushed open the hospital ward door, I saw Nancy Sue curled up on the bed, her complexion pale as paper. She wore an oversized hospital gown, looking strikingly small and frail; clear bruises were still visible on her arms. I hurried to the hospital bed and gently took Nancy Sue's hand; it was icy cold to the bone. "Nancy, Mommy is here." My voice was choked with emotion as I struggled to hold back my tears. Nancy Sue slowly opened her eyes; when she saw me, surprise flickered in her gaze, quickly followed by tears. "Mom..." she whispered weakly, gripping my hand tightly, afraid I would disappear again. I could no longer hold back and embraced Nancy Sue, sobbing uncontrollably. The doctor entered the hospital ward and handed me a medical report. The report stated that Nancy Sue was not only severely malnourished but also had multiple old and new injuries, suggesting long-term abuse and bullying. I stared at every word in the report, my heart aching as if cut by a knife. How much suffering has my daughter endured over the past year? With Nanny Dawson receiving three million for living expenses, how exactly did she care for Nancy Sue? Endless questions swirled in my mind; I silently vowed to uncover the truth and fight for justice on Nancy Sue's behalf. After leaving the hospital, I immediately reached out to a trustworthy private detective agency. I informed the detective about Nancy Sue's situation, urging them to promptly investigate what she had endured at school and Nanny Dawson's conduct over the past year. The detective responded very readily, promising to give me an answer within three days.