That was true.
Vanessa used to boss around the nannies when she was little. They suffered terribly. If they scorched her blouse, got the wrong sheet music, or forgot to dust the piano, they would be fired for any mistake.
Julian once questioned her, "You fire them for small mistakes. Don't you think you're being excessive?"
"Excessive?" Vanessa replied with an innocent and delicate face. "Regardless of the size of the error, once a mistake is made, I can't forgive it."
Snowflakes swirled, and her figure seemed to be standing in the snow, covered in it, looking like a snowman.
The car sped past, catching a glimpse of her frozen red cheeks. Julian then realized it wasn't an illusion; it was real.
This was Vanessa, struggling to make a living.
He glanced coldly, dismissing it, but his
