The Carters' Villa.
The atmosphere was frighteningly gloomy.
Annie Sutton stood at the door of the child's room, listening to the nanny inside coaxing the child to eat.
The little one was throwing a tantrum inside, sweeping everything off the table onto the floor.
The nanny watched, her anxious gaze falling on him. She wanted to counsel him gently, but knowing that Annie was right at the door, the words of advice died on her lips.
Usually, she could tell the child to behave or else he would go hungry, but now, she dared not.
"Madam," the nanny cleaned up and came out, standing at the door with a troubled look on her face, watching Annie.
The latter had a sullen look on her face. She stared at the child in the room and, despite holding back her anger for a long time, could not restrain herself any longer.
