Apparently, I felt it was time for Sara to return back home, because keeping her at the hospital won't be of a right decision.

I held her hand, and walked out of the clinic after signing the necessary documents.

"Son? Are you sure that bring me home will be the best decision?".

While driving, Sara airs out her disproval with my plan, I veerd and said, "nanny! Do you trust me?".

Sara shoots a smile, in response to my question, "yes! I do". She says to me.

"Then, don't be scared and let me do my job, I'll make sure nothing or no one gets in contact with you! Okay?"....