People revealed far more when you let them talk. They exposed their fears, their biases… and made themselves vulnerable. Meanwhile, the listener walked away with more than the speaker ever intended to give.
Nnenna could sense it was not just Nanny who thought this way. The feeling was collective. Almost a dozen servants had gathered now, peeking from behind pillars, their faces half curious, half condemning.
Under these circumstances, the simplest solution would be to fire every problematic staff member and clear the obstacles from her path. But she hesitated.
Skilled staff were hard to replace, and despite their disdain for her, most of them genuinely seemed to care about Carl. That loyalty, at least, wasn't fake.
I'll keep them… for now.
Raising her head, she spoke clearly, her voice steady. "My intentions toward Carl are pure. I would never hurt him."
It was her last attempt to let them see things her way. Too bad, Nanny's expression remained as cold as stone.
