Nanny Richardson looked troubled, "Well... we've been picking vegetables in the backyard, and Nanny Maxwell said she knew..."
"Knew?"
Ruth Wills sneered, "Nanny Maxwell, if you knew, then why did you say you didn't know just now?"
Nanny Maxwell's face turned pale, "I was busy cooking at that moment and just casually responded without thinking..."
"You keep calling us masters, yet when it comes to cooking for the Young Mistress, it becomes a casual response. You insist on calling her Miss Vanderbilt instead of the Young Mistress. It seems my daughter-in-law isn't worth much in your eyes, Nanny Maxwell."
"Well..." Nanny Maxwell didn't expect Ruth Wills to criticize her directly at the dinner table. She had prepared a large spread, hoping for some praise, yet here she was, facing embarrassment instead.
"I didn't mean anything by it... I'm just thinking the Eldest Young Master and Miss Vanderbilt haven't even..."
"Enough! Eat properly without all the passive-aggressive nonsense!"
