She strolled into the lit-up room and realized it was the kitchen.


    Quinn backed out and hustled upstairs.


    Just as she hit the stairs, the nanny came back and shut the living room door. The vi was huge, but there were only three rooms upstairs; the rest was a balcony. Quinn scoped out the ce and found two doors that wouldn''t budge. She tried a third door, and bingo, it opened.


    She stepped into the room, shut the door, and flicked on the light.


    The room''s setup grabbed her attention-it was just a basic bedroom with a bathroom and a walk-in closet. The ce was spotless and looked untouched.


    She headed to the walk-in closet; the see-through wardrobe had some clothes, but that was it.


    This had to be his room, but bummer, she didn''t find anything useful.


    It was as clean as his look, no signs of the past.


    Quinn, holding Sprout, plopped down on a chair by the window.


    Holding Sprout for so long had worn her out.


    Sprout started getting fidgety again; he was a night owl. She nced at the bed across the room and put him on it.


    After all, it was his dad''s bed; what harm could it do if Sprout crawled on it?


    Apparently, Sprout thought the same. He started crawling back and forth on the bed.


    But after a bit, he suddenly froze.


    Quinn was startled. From her experience, there was only one reason he''d sit still like that he had pooped.


    She was quiet for a moment, then walked over,id him down, and pulled off the diaper. She was right; he had pooped.


    She took off the diaper, rolled it into a ball, and dropped it on the floor. She carried him to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and wiped his butt before putting him back on the bed to air out. Then she took the towel to the bathroom, washed it, and hung it back up.


    But when she came out, she was shocked to see a big wet spot on the bed. He had peed right after pooping.


    Quinn sighed. They couldn''t stay here any longer. She picked up the nket, wrapped him up, and got ready to leave.


    Just as she reached the door, she suddenly heard a noise outside.


    She immediately killed the light.


    Someone knocked on the door; it was the nanny''s voice, "Mr. Lynch, is that you?"


    Quinn held her breath and stayed silent.


    The nanny outside seemed to stand there for a bit before turning to leave. Just as Quinn let out a sigh of relief, she heard voices outside again.


    But this time, she wasn''t talking to Quinn; she was talking to someone else.


    "I thought you were inside, Mr. Lynch," the nanny said.


    "What happened inside?" Alexander asked.


    "I saw the light on and heard what sounded like a child. Maybe I was mistaken," the nanny exined, feeling weird.


    Quinn quickly darted to the walk-in closet and hid behind the wardrobe.


    The next moment, the door opened. She could almost picture Alexander walking in and seeing the mess on the bed. She closed her eyes in frustration.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    She hade to find him, but not like this.


    Alexander turned on the light and saw the crumpled bed and the wet spot on it.


    He stared at it for a moment without much reaction, then walked in and saw the diaper under the bed.


    The housekeeper, seeing the obvious signs that someone had been in the room, broke into a cold sweat. She had no idea when someone hade in. If anything valuable was missing, how would she exin it? She thought Lance had a good temper. Seeing these things, he didn''t get angry; he just said calmly, "Change the stuff on the bed."