"Madam, how about you let me hold her, you.." Francesca began gently, but Elisa interrupted with a sudden sneeze that startled both her and the baby.
Francesca blinked. "Madam…"
Elisa waved her hand dismissively, sniffling lightly but managing a soft chuckle. "Don't worry, she won't catch a cold from me. I'm not sick just stressed, remember?" She adjusted the baby's tiny blanket and smiled wearily. "Once we're on the cruise, I'll rest before the New Year's party begins."
Francesca frowned, wringing her fingers nervously. "You should have called me when she cried at night. Why did you stay up for three consecutive days? What if Mr. Sorrento.."
"Francesca, relax." Elisa's tone was calm but carried quiet authority. She turned her gaze toward the young maid, eyes softening when she saw the genuine worry in her face. "Why are you so scared of my father? He's not going to do anything to you or your mother."
Francesca looked down at her feet, still uneasy.
