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