She had struggled so hard to get in, struggled so hard for the chance to stay by his side; she couldn't leave!
"No, I won't go. Thomas...Young Master, I know I was wrong! Please give me another chance, okay?"
Amelia Shaw's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, pleading desperately, "Young Master, I really know I was wrong! I will remember my identity as a servant. Please, don't make me leave..."
Charlie River tried to pull her up several times, but she was limp and couldn't be moved.
With a troubled expression, he looked up. "Young Master, what do you think?"
Thomas Shannon's face darkened, his deep eyes fixed intently on Amelia Shaw. After a long pause, he said coldly, "Still haven't left?"
Amelia Shaw hesitated for a moment. Realizing he didn't intend to kick her out, she sniffed and quickly scrambled to her feet.
"Alright, I'll leave right away." She turned and walked slowly out of the bedroom.
Charlie River gave a slight nod and also left the bedroom.
