Charles' POV
I leaned against my comfortable office chair at the mansion. I needed a cup of coffee so I could continue to take care of the files in my office. I didn't feel like calling on a maid so I walked downstairs to the kitchen.
The place was pretty quiet, and only Nonna Anita was there sitting at the kitchen table. She glanced at me, "Do you need anything, Sir?" She was sounding more formal than usual, which surprisingly irked me to no end.
Nonna Anita has been behaving weird and giving me a cold shoulder since Elena left.
I couldn't take the attitude anymore. "Is there something you'd like us to discuss, Anita?"
She looked at me for a while then shook her head and started wiping the meat surface with a rag.
I leaned against the counter and poured out a cup of drinking water for myself. "What is wrong, Anita? Talk to me."
