"She is not my nanny. Dada said she is my Mom" Angel said with a mouthful of tamarind rice.

"What!" There was a huge gasp.

"Huh" Angel nodded in a positive and a savage smile curved on Harry's lip. Mrs Crown dropped her spoon slowly while Annie tightened her hand on the glass of water she held. She glared hard at Bethel who looked away immediately.

"Are you full?" Bethel was careful when asking Angel. If looks could kill, she would be six feet in the ground already.

She didn't knew how she ignored the glares directed to her, mostly from Mrs Crown.

"Just a little more and I will...