Quiana tumbled and pushed away the servant's hand, her vision blurred as she ran towards Ellie.
But.
Before she could reach Ellie and embrace her.
Marcus emerged from the direction of the kitchen.
Then.
He was completely scooped up in Marcus's arms.
Marcus reached out to touch Quiana's forehead, which was still noticeably hot, though slightly cooler now.
"Nanny, take the young master upstairs," Marcus frowned, handing his son back to the nanny, "Take good care of the young master, don't let him run around anymore, understand?"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Hayes, I'll take the young master upstairs right now!"
The nanny nodded, fearful of Marcus's anger, not daring to linger, and quickly carried the young master back upstairs.
Throughout the process.
Ellie did not turn around.
Had she turned back, she would have seen the face of Quiana, looking exactly like Quinnie.
Quiana stared at Ellie's back with reddened eyes from the nanny's arms.
She struggled, trying to draw Ellie's attention.