Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Just do it, it's not like it's my fault if anything goes wrong. She's the one who asked for it."

"Alright, please lay down."

Millie eased onto the couch, "That's more like it. Sometimes you have to show a bit of spine before anyone takes you seriously. It's like you only understand tough love. Honestly, it's pathetic!" The nanny paused mid-motion, took a deep breath, and restrained herself.

"Did you skip dinner or something? Your hands feel like feathers. Can't you put a little more oomph into it?"

The nanny replied, "...Okay."

"Ouch! I said a little more oomph, not to break my back. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

Taking another deep breath, the nanny asked, "Is this pressure okay?"

"It's fine, I guess."

Half an hour later, the steaming chicken soup was served, its rich aroma filling the air. It was clear from the glossy sheen on top that it was perfectly cooked. The nanny had even added a touch of honey for sweetness.

just one taste, Millie put her spoon down with a frown, "What's this flavor?

undercooked, is

making chicken soup for years, and it's always been like this. Maybe

problem must be with the chicken, right? But I remember Beverley

by her leap in logic but defended herself, "Ms. Millie, how can you throw such accusations at me? I've been with the Sherwood family for twenty years, handling everything from the finest dishes to

of the police

think there was anything wrong with the soup; she just wanted to stir up some drama and vent her

she took her frustration out on

about? Can't people sleep in peace? Got

of alcohol, and was immediately annoyed

longer interested in pestering the nanny, and

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a smile,

coat. I was just about to serve some chicken soup..."

off by

not hear a word I said? I told you to keep your distance. Can't you