A Highland Summer: The Billionaire's Nanny (A BWWM Billionaire Contemporary Romance) by Imani King Page B

opened it without telling Cameron what I was doing and set it on the bedside table in front of her so it would catch everything she said. And she said a lot.
    When she finished telling me everything I was as close to speechless as I've ever been. No one - not Mrs. Clyde, not Darach - had been exaggerating about Diane. I could see the weight lifting off Cameron's narrow shoulders as she told me everything - her mother had been telling her, apparently for months, that Darach was going to die because he was "bad." I had been added to the list of bad people as soon as Diane found out about my presence at Castle McLanald. Before I did anything else, I had to make sure Cameron understood the truth.
    "Do you think your Daddy is bad, Cameron?"
    "No."
    "Do you think I am bad?
    "No. But Mummy said-"
    Gently, I cut her off:
    "Cameron, your Mummy is not well. She has something wrong with her head and it makes her say terrible things to you - things that aren't true at all. Daddy is fine - he's in Switzerland eating chocolate and missing you! And I am fine - look at me, don't I seem fine to you? No one is going to die, Cameron."
    Cameron took a few shaky breaths and started to sob with relief, climbing onto my lap and putting her head against my neck.
    "Why didn't you say anything, little one?" I asked, barely keeping the emotion out of my voice, "When something is scaring you you can always tell your Daddy about it - or Mrs. Clyde, or me."
    "Mummy said I couldn't tell anyone. Mummy said if I told anyone then I would die."
    That was too much. I snatched the phone off the table and rushed downstairs with Cameron in my arms, looking for Mrs. Clyde, who was uncharacteristically nowhere to be found. Neither was Mr. Clyde. Shaking with rage, I dialed Darach's number and got his voicemail.
    "Darach, call me. As soon as you can, this is important."
    You've got it all recorded. As soon as a judge hears this, Diane's custody will be revoked.
    There was nothing else to do except wait for Mrs. Clyde to turn up - I needed her to help me reassure Cameron that everything was fine now. Cameron and I went back to her room so she could get dressed and I could see that she was already feeling a little better.
    "Promise me you will never keep a secret for your Mummy again, Cameron. I understand why you did - you didn't want anything bad to happen to your Daddy or me - but promise me you'll tell someone if Mummy ever starts to tell you scary things again."
    She wrapped her arms around my neck.
    "I promise, Miss Robinson." There was a short pause. "Can I have breakfast now?"
    "Yes!" I was so relieved to hear her asking for breakfast. "Yes, let's get Mrs. Clyde to make you some oatmeal. We can even put honey on it if you want."
    But when I got down to the kitchen Mrs. Clyde was still absent. I walked back out into the foyer and saw Mr. Clyde coming down the main stairs. He was carrying my bags. A little finger of worry ran up my spine.
    "Mr. Clyde - what's going on?" I asked, confused. He wouldn't meet my eyes, he just put my bags down in front of me and retreated, mumbling something I couldn't make out. I didn't have time to follow him and question him further because there was a sudden loud series of knocks on the big wooden doors behind me, making me jump slightly. Since no one else was around, I opened them myself. Two stern-faced police officers stood in front of me.
    "Jennifer Robinson?"

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    "Yes...?" I replied, still clueless about what was happening but starting to feel strongly that it wasn't good.
    "Perhaps you should send the bairn to her room."
    There was a seriousness to the officer's tone that made it clear he wasn't making a request. I tried to put Cameron down but she knew very well that something was up and refused to let go of me.
    "Cameron," I tried to reason with her, "why don't you wait for me in your room? I'll come get you in a few minutes and we'll find Mrs. Clyde to get you some breakfast."
    "I'll take her."
    It was Mr.