Hearing the footsteps downstairs, she abruptly raised her head. "Thomas..."
The name 'Thomas Shannon' was on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped short upon seeing Minimus Hart.
Amelia Shaw withdrew her gaze in disappointment, composing herself.
Minimus Hart smiled and casually approached her. Wearing white gloves, her fingertips lightly brushed over the tea table, checking if the maid's work was satisfactory.
With a slight smile, she lowered her head and whispered, "Did you think it was the Young Master?"
Amelia Shaw suddenly burst into laughter, her tone thick with mockery. "Minimus Hart, I actually feel rather sorry for you."
Minimus Hart stood up, her expression impassive. Her red lips slowly formed the words, "Let's not mock each other. After all, neither of us can compete with a maniac. Not even you, Amelia Shaw."
Sophie Sullivan was awakened by pain.
A fine sheen of sweat beaded on her smooth forehead. She closed her eyes in agony, her brow tightly furrowed.
