Thud!
The sound came from the nanny.
She had knelt down on the floor without caring about the pain that erupted in her knees due to the hard collision.
"Please, forgive me, my lady! Your highness! I'm— I don't know what came over me." The maid pleaded.
Everyone was speechless.
[I'd slap her, but I don't want to dirty my hands. She disgusts me. Besides, I'm not the one who should do it.] Aristia thought.
Her wish was soon fulfilled when Vasily suddenly stormed up to the nanny and gave her a resounding slap before the nanny could even react.
Five handprints quickly formed on the nanny's face.
The nanny was too stunned to react, staying frozen in place.
"You dared to hurt my child. What gave you the courage?" Tears formed in Vasily's eyes when she thought of the red, painful looking marks on her son's buttcheeks.
This nanny was usually the one to bath and dress Valen. As his nanny, those were what she was entrusted to do, so Vasily had never noticed.
