"Why are you so afraid of me?" He didn't expose her; he wanted to see how long she could keep up the act.
"I, I'm not." She looked down at his hand wrapped in white gauze, her brows furrowing.
"What's wrong with your hand?" As she reached out, before touching his hand, he had already tucked it behind him.
"No need for your concern."
Sophie stole a glance at Robert behind him, seeing disdain in Robert's eyes, as he turned his head to the other side.
Therefore, by her intuition, she thought she should know everything now.
Nanny Garcia stood aside, sensing the increasingly tense atmosphere.
"Young Master, Miss Smith, why don't you stop standing and have a meal?"
"Nanny Garcia, have everyone in the hall leave." His eyes were fixed on her helpless, pitiful little face. He admitted that the more he saw her like this, the more unsettled he felt.
"Young Master, what, what are you planning to do..."
"I said, get out!"
