“Alright, fine,” I sighed deeply. “If you don’t want to tell us, don’t. Let’s all go inside and have some tea.”“Thank you, Vicky. You’re a sweetheart,” my father-in-law said, calming down and giving the woman a strange look.“Vicky, I think I’ll pass,” Valentina said, proudly lifting her chin. “I’m going to pack. The bus to Kremenchuk leaves in two hours, and I still want to buy some little souvenir gifts for a friend.”Straightening imaginary wrinkles in her clothes, the woman strode quickly into the house.We followed her, exchanging a meaningful look with Marina.I was surprised that Kirill picked up on the situation immediately — he took the boys to the living room, while Marina began making tea, giving us time to calm the nanny down.“Val, what’s going on?” I asked softly, entering the room where she stayed, watching her angrily throw things into her bag.“Nothing,” she replied flatly — but I wasn’t backing down that easily.“Is it because you were with Oleg after the wedding?”
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