My Evil Nanny Kicked Me Out, And The Young Masters Went Wild With Regret

My Ex-Employers Can Go to Hell

It was my fifth year as a personal caregiver for the Harrison brothers.

Julian’s paralyzed legs were strong enough to carry him again, and Leo, who’d been blind, could finally see.

Just when I thought I’d finally warmed these two brothers’ hearts, and everything was about to get better, after five years of silence, Chloe Hayes came back.

It was to stop her from leaving the country that Julian and Leo had engaged in a reckless high-speed chase on the highway that ended in a horrific crash, leaving them both critically injured.

That day, I finally understood.

I wanted to see the Switzerland my mother had longed for before she died.

…

“Shameless! A mere caregiver, completely forgetting her place. Did she really think a few years of looking after the Harrison brothers would suddenly change who she is?”

“Now she’s a joke! The moment news broke of the Hayes heiress’s return, they dumped her flat and left her for us to laugh at.”

“If I were her, I’d just throw myself in front of a bus. No matter how she dressed up, that desperate, cheap vibe just reeked off her.”

I was enveloped by their scornful, mocking stares, every word a jab at my self-delusion.

Yes, I had indeed misunderstood.

Yesterday, they had eagerly pulled me along, picking out dresses and accessories.

Tomorrow, the Harrison family was hosting a grand banquet for them.

And I, the great benefactor who helped them recover, was to be publicly thanked.

When Leo said it, his eyes shone with an undeniable joy.

But when his gaze met mine, he shifted it away awkwardly, as if hiding a secret.

After we finally finished trying on clothes, Julian was called away by a phone call.

Leo eagerly led me to his room. He pressed his lips together, his eyelashes trembling slightly with nervousness.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to say something very important at the banquet. Really, really important. So you have to listen carefully.”

“This year, I want to watch the snow with you.”

In that moment, I remembered the winter when Leo’s blindness hadn’t yet healed.

I stood with Leo by the door, feeling the soft crunch of snowflakes falling around us.

We’d only been out for a little while when Leo fumbled, trying to go back inside.

But he slipped on the icy ground, falling in a messy, furious heap.

He blindly scooped up a handful of snow and flung it in my direction, his voice raw with fury.

“Are you deliberately trying to make fun of me? You know I’m blind and can’t see, but you brought me out to watch the snow. Are you trying to humiliate me?”

“Seeing me like this, are you satisfied?”

I sighed, standing still, letting him vent his emotions.

Then I knelt down and shaped a small snowman, placing it in his palm.

“Some things, you only truly realize you’ve memorized when you can’t see them.”

“Feel it carefully. Can you remember what snow looks like now?”

Only when the snowman was about to melt did I take out a clean, soft handkerchief and carefully wipe the melted snow from his hands.

Afterward, I heard Leo say, confused:

“Only when I can’t see do I realize what I’ve memorized?

“But why is it only your face that appears in my mind right now?”

In that moment, surrounded by the vast expanse of snow, I said nothing.

But I clearly heard the sudden acceleration of my heartbeat in my chest, answering him.

After returning from the banquet, I changed out of my elaborate dress.

I went back to my small room and skillfully pulled out a somewhat worn notebook from a drawer.

I flipped through the pages, one by one, until my eyes blurred, and warm tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the paper.

It was as if I was crying out all the grievances I’d endured over these past few years.

I remembered my mother’s frail, drawn face in her final days, whispering weakly from her hospital bed:

“Skylar, my two biggest regrets in life were not being able to give you a better life and not being able to visit Switzerland myself.”

“If you ever get the chance, go see it for me, won’t you? How beautiful it truly is, the place that kept him from ever coming back to see me.”

I don’t know how long passed before I closed the notebook and put it back in the drawer.

From inside, I pulled out another document.

It was the employment contract I had signed to care for Julian and Leo.

The contract was for five years, and now, only seven days remained until it ended.

So, I’ll use these seven days to say a proper goodbye.

It’s time for all of this to come to an end.

It wasn’t until dusk began to fall that Julian and Leo finally returned.

They didn’t talk much when they were alone; it was usually only when I was present that the atmosphere would lighten.

But now, it seemed I was no longer needed.

Because walking back with them was Chloe Hayes.

The two tall men shielded her between them, Leo lowering his head, searching for conversation topics.

He constantly monitored Chloe’s expression, and even the usually taciturn Julian had a slight smile playing on his lips.

They looked harmonious and warm.

She playfully patted Leo’s forehead, her voice chiding.

“Leo, you’re such a child. Even if you’re upset or angry, you shouldn’t shave a girl’s head.”

“It was just a caregiver, after all. Hair grows back.”

Chloe pouted, feigning anger, and said coquettishly:

“So if I ever make you angry, will you shave *my* head too?”

Leo immediately clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture, promising:

“My dear princess, how could I ever be angry with you? Besides, if anyone dared to make you lose even a single strand of hair, I’d make them pay for it a thousand times over.”

This humble, fawning Leo was someone I had never seen before.

I listened to all of this in silence, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Because the caregiver with the shaved head Leo was talking about was me.

After Julian and Leo’s car accident, the family had practically given up on them, and all the household staff had been reassigned.

Only the two incapacitated men were left in the mansion.

It just so happened that my mother had recently been diagnosed with a fibroid tumor, requiring a large sum of money for examination and treatment.

Initially, I had simply been living with my mother in the Harrison family’s guest house.

After her illness, with nowhere to find money, I proactively approached Julian and offered my services as a caregiver.

I signed that contract, becoming their exclusive caregiver.

Back then, shortly after his accident, Leo couldn’t accept the reality of his blindness and resisted anyone who tried to approach him.

After I used a little force to make him eat, Leo held a grudge.

He sneaked into my room in the dead of night, and with a shaver, mercilessly cut off my waist-length hair that I had kept for many years.

Afterward, Leo even gleefully brandished his “weapon of choice,” threatening:

“Next time you try to pull a stunt on me, it won’t be just this.”

I cradled the pile of hair on the floor and cried all night.

But now, Leo was using it as a joke to tell others.

The three of them were chatting animatedly, and it wasn’t until they reached the living room that they noticed the presence of a fourth person.

“Long time no see, Skylar. Here’s a check for a hundred thousand dollars, a thank you for taking such good care of Julian and Leo these past few years.”

With that, Chloe pulled a check from her purse and offered it to me.

I didn’t take it. I sat there because I wanted to know if, after all these years, I was still nothing more than a caregiver in their hearts.

If so, then why had they said all those things that made me dream?

I looked up at the two men standing not far away, but they wouldn’t even spare me a glance.

Their attention was entirely fixed on Chloe.

Perhaps, the answer was already clear, wasn’t it?

I stood up, my voice flat.

“It was just part of my job. Ms. Hayes, there’s no need for this.”

Seeing my reaction, Chloe didn’t say anything more and withdrew the check.

“Since that’s the case, let me just add a few words. The Harrison family has strict rules. Now that Julian and Leo are back managing the company, there will inevitably be guests coming and going.

Skylar, you’d best not make the mistake of sitting on the main sofa a second time, lest someone see you.”

“I’m just giving you friendly advice. I’d hate for you to live here so long you start thinking you’re the lady of the house and behave improperly.”

She finished, then turned to Julian and asked:

“Right, Julian?”

Julian smiled at her indulgently, his voice soft:

“Whatever my Chloe says.”

When I heard his reply, my eyes welled up slightly.

Before, I took care of their daily needs and meals.

No matter how tired I was, I always stuck to the rules, never eating or sitting with them.

Only when they rested in the afternoon would I doze off, slumped at the dining table.

Over time, I developed chronic back pain.

Once, I fell asleep at the table, groggy from exhaustion, and didn’t even realize Julian had moved me to the sofa.

When I woke up and felt the soft comfort beneath me, I immediately panicked, ready to apologize.

But Julian’s voice was gentle as he told me:

“It’s just the three of us here. You can think of this as your home.”

I quickly tried to refuse, saying it wasn’t my place to presume. But Julian replied, sounding troubled:

“If you don’t agree, I’ll just have to drag these useless legs and carry you here myself every time.”

That day, I felt warmth.

And today, I clearly saw reality again.

I forced a bitter smile, my voice low as I responded:

“I’m sorry. I’ll be more mindful of my behavior from now on, and it won’t happen again.”

My feet felt like lead as I turned to leave, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Back in my room, I took out my phone and booked a flight to Switzerland.

Seven days later, the person walking out of the Harrison family home would be a new me, starting fresh.

That evening, I still prepared dinner according to Julian and Leo’s tastes.

As I turned to head back to the kitchen to eat the portion I’d set aside for myself, Chloe called out to me.

“Skylar, why don’t you join us? I remember you grew up here too, didn’t you? There are no outsiders tonight, so it’s a good chance to catch up.”

I was about to refuse when I heard Leo speak, frowning:

“Just sit. Don’t make that angry face. Chloe just got back; don’t upset her.”

The atmosphere grew tense, so I reluctantly sat down.

As I picked up my fork to serve myself some food, Chloe suddenly remembered something amusing and burst out laughing.

“I just remembered seeing Skylar once when I came to the main Harrison estate for dinner as a child.”

My hand, holding the fork, trembled, and my face went pale. I almost fell off my chair.

Chloe propped her chin on her hand and continued, oblivious:

“Julian and Leo were there too, right? I hated the food and snuck out. You two were worried and followed me out.”

“Then I saw Skylar sitting in a corner with her bowl. I was curious and wanted to get a closer look, but I accidentally knocked her bowl over. Suddenly, a dog darted out, snatched the meat from the ground, and ran off! Skylar was so desperate she chased after it, trying to snatch the meat back!”

As she recounted the story, she truly seemed to find it hilarious, covering her mouth and giggling non-stop.

My fingers, clenched around the fork, were white. I couldn’t speak.

Back then, my mother and I had only recently moved into the Harrison house.

I was at an age where I was growing fast and always hungry.

It was only when the main family hosted banquets that I could get a decent meal. In my desperation, I had indeed fought with a dog over a piece of meat.

Bringing up such an old, humiliating story in front of everyone was undoubtedly meant to put me down.

“No wonder Skylar has worked so tirelessly for Julian and Leo all these years. Perhaps she thought that given enough time, she could latch onto one of them and never have to live that hard life she did as a child again.”

“Chloe, that’s enough. Stop talking.”

Leo, uncharacteristically, didn’t agree, cutting the topic short.

I looked up, thinking he might defend me.

But then I heard him say:

“My brother and I aren’t that foolish. Just anyone can’t marry into the Harrison family.”

Julian also put down his fork, his voice deep and brooking no argument:

“Skylar, our relationship is purely employer-employee. My brother and I are grateful for her help with our rehabilitation and treatment, but that’s all it is. Skylar, please don’t entertain any inappropriate thoughts.”

Their words were like sharp blades twisting in my heart.

My body swayed, and I instinctively grabbed the table, the last flicker of hope inside me extinguished.

Yes, how could I still harbor such inappropriate expectations for these two?

I was indeed wrong. Wrong for not simply sticking to my role as a caregiver from the beginning, for giving too much of my heart.

**Chapter 5**

That night, I lay in bed, my mind replaying all the moments from the past five years.

Why did all those beautiful memories seem to vanish so easily, as if they never existed, the moment Chloe reappeared?

I never foolishly dreamed of marrying into the Harrison family.

I just wanted to draw a little warmth from here.

After my mother died two years ago, I had no one to rely on.

No friends, no family.

It was *they* who said I could consider this place my home, giving me a sense of belonging.

Over a thousand days and nights, all reduced to a scheme to climb into wealth and an impossible dream, by Chloe’s mere words.

I didn’t understand why people could become completely unrecognizable overnight.

Just yesterday, they were pulling me along, saying they would thank me at the banquet.

Lost in thought, I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and walked out of my room.

I looked at the moon, and unconsciously found myself by the swimming pool.

The moonlight flickered, and I unseasonably remembered the day my relationship with Julian deepened.

After that car accident, outsiders said that the Harrison family’s golden boy was now confined to a wheelchair, unable to care for himself.

Since coming to the Harrison house, I had been locked in a daily struggle with the volatile and difficult Leo.

It was only with Julian that I found a moment’s respite.

So I cherished the time spent with Julian, and felt a deeper connection to him.

Unconsciously, I wanted to shield him from external news, to spare him any pain.

He was always gentle and polite, never showing a hint of negative emotion.

Until that late night, when I was thirsty and went to the living room for a glass of water.

The house was silent, but I heard the incessant sound of dripping water coming from Julian’s room.

After knocking for the third time and receiving no response, I pushed the door open anxiously.

My gaze instinctively went to the bed, but it was empty.

I walked towards the sound of water and saw Julian completely submerged in the bathtub.

I frantically pulled him out, but he violently pushed me away.

Julian’s eyes were red, radiating an aura that warned everyone to keep their distance. For the first time, he spoke to me in a voice as cold as ice.

“Who let you in? Get out!”

I trembled with fear but didn’t obey him. Instead, I forcefully approached him and dragged him out of the bathtub.

“If something happens to you, no one will pay me, and I might even be blamed by your family. I have a duty to ensure your safety.”

Having fought wits and strength with Leo for so long, I had developed a surprising amount of strength.

Though it was difficult, I managed to get him onto the bed.

For a moment, silence hung heavy between us.

The man who was usually so gentle now had an expressionless face, like a lifeless object, devoid of any spark of life.

But my sharp eyes caught his legs trembling unnaturally, and his lips were pale.

I realized this was a sign of his leg pain.

I brought hot water, soaked a towel, and placed it on his knees.

“Does this feel better? My mom used to have rheumatism, and I’d put hot towels on her, and it made her feel much better.”

Julian didn’t reply, his dark eyes fixed on me.

I didn’t mind, continuing to replace the hot towels on his knees.

After a long while, Julian finally spoke:

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll fire you for defying my wishes?”

My hand paused, but I didn’t lie.

“Yes, but I’m more afraid you’ll die there.”

Julian suddenly let out a laugh, though it sounded tinged with despair.

“If the old Julian had died, perhaps many people would have mourned. But the Julian I am now is a cripple. If I die, I die. Who would care?”

“Since childhood, I’ve grown up under the Harrison elders’ expectations. I had to excel at everything, never make a single misstep. Even when I was afraid, I couldn’t show the slightest hint of hesitation, or countless Harrison relatives would be eyeing me, ready to tear a piece off me.”

“Now, they’ve gotten their wish.”

I listened quietly, not interrupting.

That night, Julian seemed to pour out everything he had kept unspoken until then.

Finally, he said.

“Do you know, before you found me, I had tried countless times to drown myself in the water, to just die. But I always failed.”

“And just today, I was almost successful. But you saved me.”

“You gave me a new hope for life. Will you help me stand up again?”

I looked at the fragile Julian before me, who seemed on the verge of shattering, and without hesitation, I nodded.

“I will.”

Chapter 6

After that, I tirelessly applied hot towels to his knees every day.

I looked up recipes online to make him nutritious porridges and broths.

And when he nearly stumbled during rehab, I would catch his falling body again and again.

At the time, I thought that having gone through difficulties together, we must surely be friends.

But now, merely because Chloe had returned, that unrealistic fantasy of mine was shattered.

My thoughts snapped back to the present. The night wind blew, bringing a chill to my skin.

I stood up, intending to go back inside, but my gaze fell on the center of the swimming pool.

Julian was submerged in the water, slowly sinking. The scene was a chilling echo of that day years ago.

Without a second thought, I dove in, too caught up to consider anything else.

But the moment I hit the water, an overwhelming fear engulfed me. Childhood memories flooded my mind.

It was as if an invisible hand in the water was dragging me down.

I struggled, opening my mouth to scream for help, but water rushed into my nose and mouth.

I don’t know how long passed before a pair of large hands gripped me, pulling me up.

I clung to the person in front of me like a drowning person to a lifeline.

Once I could finally breathe, I saw who had saved me.

It was Julian.

Before I could even thank him, a third voice came from the poolside.

“You really are exactly as Chloe said—a shameless opportunist trying to worm her way into the Harrison family!”

“All these years of pretending, you must be exhausted. Should I present you with an Oscar?”

Leo stood by the edge of the pool, his eyes fixed on the two of us in the water, our bodies tangled in an awkward embrace.

The fury in his eyes seemed ready to erupt.

Julian, after bringing me to safety, didn’t offer a single word of explanation for me. He simply walked away.

“I thought you were different from all those other women out there. Turns out you’re just more cunning. Should I praise your patience, for pretending for so long in front of me? It makes me sick!”

Leo finished speaking, then furiously ripped the crucifix pendant from his neck and hurled it at my face.

It was a pendant I had once braved a snowstorm to get for him. He had carefully placed it around his neck back then.

And tenderly cupped my frost-reddened hands, tucking them into his embrace.

“I’ll never take this pendant off, or may I never achieve what I seek, and live a lonely life.”

My hands trembled as I picked up the fallen metal cross from the ground, tracing the lingering warmth on its surface.

The moonlight shone on my face, leaving my wretchedness nowhere to hide.

After a long while, I tossed the cross into the pool.

Fine. I was leaving anyway. Explanations no longer held any meaning.

Chapter 7

A sleepless night.

The next morning, I left the house early.

This was my first time leaving the country, and there was a lot to prepare.

Around noon, I returned home to make lunch, but received a call from Leo.

“Chloe is having a piano recital today. You should come too.”

I found it strange.

Chloe clearly disliked me, so why would she invite me to her recital?

Just as I was about to refuse, the voice on the other end of the line added:

“She just returned, and the staff we hired aren’t enough. Come give us a hand.”

So that was it.

Perhaps after last night’s ordeal, I had finally accepted my place and Leo’s words no longer stirred any emotion in me.

I just wanted to finalize my visa and leave this Harrison house that had trapped my entire youth.

“Okay, Mr. Leo.”

Leo on the phone fell silent.

He hadn’t heard that title in a long time. In the past, to force me to call him by his name,

He had thrown tantrums, gone on hunger strikes—done it all—until I finally agreed to stop using that distant title.

Somehow, hearing that title again, he suddenly felt an emptiness inside.

As if something had quietly slipped away.

But right now, Leo didn’t have time to ponder; he had more important things to do.

Chloe’s piano recital, held under the guise of a welcome-back party, couldn’t have a single flaw.

I quickly tidied myself up and headed to Chloe’s residence.

As I pushed open the door, I saw Leo, who usually needed help even to get a glass of water, standing on a ladder wiping the crystal chandelier.

Leo was exactly as rumors described: arrogant, wild, and never listening to advice.

But now, he was willingly and personally preparing for Chloe’s recital.

This demotion of his status, in the eyes of outsiders, became a testament to his doting affection for Chloe.

A few staff members were huddled together, trimming flowers for the banquet, whispering enviously:

“Mr. Leo is truly smitten. The moment he heard they needed a hand, he rushed over. No airs of a young master at all.”

Hearing this, I only found it absurd.

Leo’s young master airs were quite extraordinary.

When I first started caring for him, he found new ways to torment me every day.

He was incredibly demanding, even if the water he drank was slightly too warm,

He would mercilessly throw it in my face and make me pour a fresh cup.

Looking at the man now, willingly doing manual labor, a pang of sadness still welled up in my heart.

But it lasted only a fleeting moment, and then I walked inside.

Chloe saw me enter, a sneer twisting her lips, and walked up to me, giving instructions without missing a beat:

“You’re just in time. Go wipe down the piano I’ll be playing tonight.”

I nodded, carrying the bucket of water further inside. As I passed Leo, he didn’t even spare me a glance.

He was entirely focused on cleaning the crystal chandelier in front of him.

I fetched a bucket of water and meticulously wiped down the priceless piano before me.

Accidentally pressing a key, a melodious note flowed out.

I felt a pang of nostalgia, recalling a memory deeply buried in my heart.

There was also a piano in the Harrison mansion.

But by the time I came to care for them, one was paralyzed and the other blind, so the piano sat unused.

Still, I dutifully wiped every speck of dust from it, trying to keep it looking pristine.

Once, while cleaning, I accidentally pressed a key.

I was flustered, trying to close the lid, but a hand reaching from behind stopped me.

Julian appeared behind me, guiding my hand to the keys.

His voice, as clear as wine, drifted softly into my ear, his breath warm on my neck.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll play with you.”

Perhaps the atmosphere that day was simply too perfect, making me forget to refuse.

I let his slender, well-defined hands guide mine, playing a beautiful melody.

I couldn’t tell if it was my heart fluttering or just nervousness. All I knew was that after that day, something felt different.

My thoughts returned to the present, overlapping with those past memories. I swallowed the tears welling in my eyes.

And pushed the memories aside.

After cleaning the piano, I helped with a few other tasks, then retreated to a corner, trying not to draw attention to myself.

Until the banquet began, and the piano was brought out.

I stood in the corner, watching Chloe in her elegant gown under the spotlight, and Julian and Leo applauding below.

They looked so perfectly matched. It was truly beyond my wildest dreams.

Chloe raised her hand. The guests’ applause seemed to pause, and they watched the woman on stage with bated breath.

As a few notes drifted out, everyone was captivated.

But suddenly, Chloe cried out in pain.

“Ow, that hurts! Why is there a razor blade in the piano?”

Chapter 8

A few drops of bright red blood welled from my fingertip.

Below the stage, Julian and Leo’s faces darkened. They immediately rushed forward to check on her.

Leo’s eyes brimmed with heartache, and the guests murmured amongst themselves.

Chloe’s eyes filled with tears, her voice choked with sobs:

“This piano, only I touched it. Is she angry because you called her over? But why didn’t she just tell me directly, Leo? It hurts so much!”

“Will my hand be scarred?”

Hearing this, Leo’s anger intensified. His gaze frantically searched the crowd.

My face went ashen. I couldn’t understand why this had happened, and I rushed forward to explain.

“It wasn’t me! I don’t know why there was a razor blade inside!”

But my explanation was too flimsy; in their ears, it became a desperate attempt to deflect blame.

Leo violently turned to face me, a storm brewing in his eyes, as if he wanted to devour me whole.

“Chloe, don’t be afraid. I told you that whoever hurts you, I will repay them a thousandfold.”

After saying this, Leo gently pushed Chloe out of his embrace and slowly advanced toward me.

The unsettling feeling inside me grew stronger, and the terrifying aura pressed me back two steps.

Until I could retreat no further, Leo abruptly grabbed my hands, yanking me forward.

His grip was incredibly strong, almost crushing my wrist bones.

I stumbled and struggled, but couldn’t move him in the slightest.

Then Leo forced my hands onto the piano. My eyes widened in terror.

“No, Leo! You can’t do this to me!”

“I’ve been too lenient with you these past few years, making you forget your place. Consider this a lesson today.”

With that, Leo mercilessly pressed my hand onto the razor blade, rubbing it back and forth with brutal force.

The intense pain triggered my survival instinct. I instinctively looked towards Julian.

But I saw him subtly shield Chloe behind him, his eyes looking at me with icy indifference.

This reaction felt like a thick rope tightening around my heart, suffocating me with a dull ache, leaving my soul desolate.

For a moment, it made me forget to struggle.

Only when my hands were bleeding profusely did Leo finally release them, letting me slide and kneel on the floor.

For the first time, I felt lost and helpless.

Even if I wanted to leave, I didn’t want it to end in such a messy, undignified way.

I was surrounded by everyone, like a criminal awaiting judgment.

No one listened to my explanations, and no one stood in front of me to protect me.

But I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Leo frowned, looking at Chloe’s injury, his voice soft:

“Chloe, I’ll take you to the hospital. Your hands are for playing piano; I’ll make sure they heal perfectly.”

With that, he scooped Chloe into his arms and walked out the door.

Julian pulled out his phone and called his assistant.

“Contact the best dermatology and reconstructive surgery expert in the country and have them come to the Harrison family’s private hospital immediately.”

They clustered around Chloe as they left, treating her with such extravagance, as if she were the most precious treasure in the world.

After the crowd dispersed, my hands, still bleeding profusely, slowly began to clot.

I slowly stood up, letting out a self-deprecating laugh.

Chloe’s triumphant smirk as she was carried away flashed in my mind.

So that was it.

Was this her lesson for me?

Chapter 9