When the second nanny lifted the girl's limp, trembling hand, she finally let out an angry sigh.
Several of the girl's fingernails had been completely torn off during her frantic, helpless struggle against the floorboards. The raw, bloody nail beds were exposed. To the nanny, this wasn't a horrific injury—it was a deeply irritating destruction of their hard work.
The nanny left the room again, returning twenty-seven minutes later with a small, lacquered wooden box.
Inside were perfectly shaped, artificial fake nails and a small vial of specialized medicinal glue.
The nanny grabbed the girl's hand, holding it in an iron grip. She applied the glue directly to the exposed, bleeding nerve endings of the torn nail beds, pressing the fake nails firmly down.
