Minimus Hart looked at Thomas Shannon and said respectfully, "Young Master, I'm fine."
She seemed to ignore Sophie Sullivan completely, acting as if she weren't even there.
Thomas Shannon nodded slightly. "You may leave."
"Yes, Young Master."
Minimus Hart bowed her head and retreated.
I'll remember these two slaps.
Thomas Shannon grabbed Sophie Sullivan's wrist. His gaze was unfathomable, and his clear, icy voice held no trace of warmth. "Follow me."
"Why should I listen to you?" Sophie sneered.
What, is he trying to stand up for Minimus Hart now? I just slapped Minimus Hart twice, and now he wants to take it out on me, is that it?
"It's not up to you." Thomas Shannon gave her no room for resistance, gripping her wrist and yanking it hard.
"Let go!"
"Behave yourself!"
With that, he dragged her upstairs.
