After overhearing the father and son conversation, I deduced that Roger's previous nannies never stayed at this house.
What a waste of such a vast space, reminiscent of Wesley's new mansion. Gianni's residence was still grander and more opulent than that.
I noticed some women in uniforms, unmistakably maids, who seemed taken aback by the little boy's outburst.
Standing behind the door as Roger shouted for me to leave, I remained resolute, fearing that if he had his way this time, I might miss the opportunity to get to know him.
"I just want to say hi," I ventured, not anticipating his kindness but also not bracing myself for his harsh words.
"I hate you," he bellowed from inside. I forced a smile, catching an inscrutable expression on Gianni's face. It was evident he was i
