Thomas Shannon lifted his foot and kicked her to the ground.
Minimus Hart covered her chest with one hand, feeling a dull pain. She struggled to get up and knelt beside Thomas Shannon's feet.
"Young Master, I really don't know what you are referring to. If I have done something wrong, I am willing to accept punishment."
"Minimus Hart." Thomas Shannon stared at her with cold eyes.
Minimus Hart replied fearfully, "Here."
"Have I given you too much power that you have forgotten your own identity?"
Too much power...
Forgotten her own identity?
Minimus Hart nervously denied, "No, Young Master, I always remember my identity as a slave, always ready to serve you!"
"A slave died in the manor. Have you reported it?"
