ELLIOT

Lavinia’s nanny screamed as she was dragged by her hair, gripped tightly in Rossella’s unyielding fist, all the way to the staircase landing.

"Go find a woman for your son in another house, you wretched hag!" Rossella shouted over Mrs. Elena’s piercing cries as the woman clutched at her own hair, her face twisted in pain.

In the midst of the struggle, the nanny’s panicked eyes met mine.

"Your Lordship, I beg you! The Duchess is accusing me unfairly! I’ve only cared for her little one as if she were my own! She… AAAAHHHH!"

A shrill scream echoed as Rossella mercilessly shoved her, sending her tumbling down the stairs—just like I had done the day she arrived with the accountant’s corpse.

I didn’t even flinch as her body rolled down, muffled groans escaping her lips, her hands flailing desperately in the air, trying to grab onto something, anything, until she landed with a dull thud in the foyer.

My eyes remained fixed on the cold, ruthless woman who descended the stairs at a calm