House of Secrets

Chantel, holding the weight of her thoughts, moved swiftly through the house, carrying the children as she entered the living room. Her anger had reached a boiling point, each breath filled with tension. Henry watched her closely, as if trying to gauge how to approach her. She was about to head upstairs when he spoke, his voice cutting through the tense silence.

"**Nanny, do me a favor and take the kids to their room with you.**" His tone was calm, perhaps even too calm for the moment. The nanny, who had been standing nearby, nodded and stepped forward, reaching for the children. She cradled both in her arms and carried them upstairs, leaving Chantel standing, arms crossed, a deep frown etched on her face.

Henry, sensing her frustration, attempted to bridge the distance between them. "Are you still mad at me?" he asked, his eyes searching hers, hoping for a response that would soothe the tension.