Millicent could see the dislike in Daphne, even if she hid it well, and she couldn't help but to raise her chin a bit defiantly.
'Rosie took me in when I had to steel to keep Ella alive and no one gave a damn about whether or not I or her lived or died,' she said, perhaps a bit more sharply than necessary. Catching herself she tried to relax a bit, casting Nigel a glance and smiling.
'I owe - owed - her my life,'she said in a softer tone. 'Romilda, Liam's mother, had a similar story...anyone who ever worked for her did. She took care of us.'
She leaned down to Nigel and tickled his tummy a bit, getting a round of giggles in response. When she looked up she was serious. 'Liam grew up there, learned to walk, talk - everything. Rosie was his Mertha - sort of a grandmother. It's not fair that he should have to live with losing both his mother and sort of grandmother in such a short period of time.'