"Young Master Shannon, since you can't stand the sight of me, then just give me a mission."
Just like the mission given to Minimus Hart. Maybe I'll be lucky and encounter someone easier to deal with than Thomas Shannon. Perhaps I can quickly cure my face and throat, and not have to survive in this treacherous place, constantly on guard against being set up.
"Do you know what you're asking for?" Thomas Shannon's face darkened, his deep, cold eyes revealing a brewing storm.
It felt like the prelude to a storm.
The maids in the courtyard, heads bowed, heard Sophie's words, and to varying degrees, a sense of eager anticipation for the drama about to unfold grew within them. That maniac is too lawless; it's time someone taught her a lesson. Otherwise, she'll never learn her place.
Sophie's expression remained unchanged, her resolve firm. "I know."
"Good. Very good." Thomas Shannon nodded, his smile carried a hint of bloodthirsty cruelty.
