Lyla
"Make your stand clear with Circe," Nanny interrupted, her voice filled with frustration. "Or she will continue to bully Lyla."
We both turned to see Nanny standing at the doorway. I arched my brow at her.
"I thought you were following me behind," she said with a pout, glaring at Ramsey. "You need to rest. Today has been a lot."
"Circe is not like Cassidy, I'm sure there must have been a reason…" Ramsey tried saying
"I'm sick of the games," Nanny said, cutting him short again.
Ramsey scoffed. "What games?"
She jabbed a finger at him. "You either make your stand clear with Circe, or she will keep up her petty childish act like she did at breakfast today. Every day, we wake up to a random woman staking a claim over you. Maybe it's a good thing you're not married to Lyla yet. You have too many unresolved relationships. What are you going to do about that?"
"Nanny!" I cried out in shock; she didn't need to go that far.
