Chapter Fourteen
“Your grace! Your grace?” Mrs. Short jogged to catch up with the tall man. “Your grace, I really must speak to you about that woman.”
Liam stopped abruptly. “What woman?”
“That wet-nurse,” the housekeeper practically spat in disgust.
“Fine. What about her, Mrs. Short?”
“She is utterly disrespectful and insubordinate,” Mrs. Short complained.
“Is she?”
“Just so!” Mrs. short threw up her hands. “In front of the other staff, no less! She will ruin that girl Justine, mark my words!”
Liam pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly. “What exactly has the nurse done, Mrs. Short?”
“She went out to the gardens, your grace. With the child! What’s worse, she brought back in a basket full of herbs and flowers.” The older woman lowered her voice conspiratorial
