Upon hearing footsteps descending the stairs, she quickly raised her head. "Thomas Shan—"
The name 'Thomas Shannon' remained unspoken, cut short when she saw Minimus Hart.
Amelia Shaw averted her gaze in disappointment, adjusting her emotions.
Minimus Hart smiled and gracefully approached her side. Wearing white gloves, her fingertips lightly swept across the tea table, checking if the maid's work was satisfactory. She curved her lips and, feigning a bow, lowered her voice, "Did you think it was the Young Master?" How naive! Does she really think she stands a chance against the maniac? The Young Master's attitude towards that maniac is, admittedly, puzzling. Yet, upon closer observation, it's not so difficult to understand. He's punishing the maniac. As for his methods, they're nothing more than a slap on the wrist, in her opinion.
