The room was silent, and after a long while, a visibly shaken Patrick Canny, sweating profusely, slightly bowed and walked out with a pale face, looking distraught.
"Master." Britney, who had not said a word from the beginning and had obediently been sitting on the chair, softly called out and cautiously reached out to tug at the hem of Adrian's clothes with her fingertips.
Adrian no longer maintained his stern expression but turned around and gave her a smile, gently pinching her smooth cheek, "I told you to be patient with people and matters, and you were. I told you to further your studies at university, and you did. You are my little pet, Britney, and I won't let anyone harm you outside the rules."
Britney's eyes curved into a smile, and she grabbed his large hand and leaned her cheek into his palm, rubbing it gently with a grin, like a puppy needing its master's affection.
