Half an hour later, a hastily prepared but still abundant dinner was served.
Sophie Sullivan's witches' cuisine was all placed before her.
The scent of the food spread through the air.
It awakened the glutton in Sophie Sullivan's stomach.
GURGLE, GURGLE...
Amelia Shaw paused while serving the soup. She seemed hesitant as she glanced at Thomas Shannon's expression, then tentatively asked, "Thomas, why not let the maniac join us for dinner?"
"No need. She would rather starve than eat."
"Is that so? Then forget it..."
From Amelia Shaw's regretful expression, an uninformed person might truly believe they shared a deep bond.
Even though they were adversaries, she had defended Sophie time and again in front of Thomas Shannon.
Sophie Sullivan wasn't buying this act of the understanding benefactor.
She abruptly stood up. Amelia Shaw, startled by the sudden movement, flinched, and her hand trembled.
The hot soup sloshed out of the bowl.
