Thomas Shannon said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. I can understand the maniac being in a bad mood."
"Miss Shaw is very understanding, after all," the maid said with a laugh, trying to please her.
In Sophie Sullivan's eyes, that expression was the very definition of obsequious.No wonder. After all, it was an unwritten rule to flatter those above and step on those below.
Amelia Shaw lifted the silk quilt and got out of bed, gracefully sitting down on the sofa. With her long hair cascading down, she looked weak with a hint of illness. She picked up the chopsticks and tried a few bites before putting them down again.
The maid's face tightened with concern. "Miss Shaw, what's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"
"It's my own fault. I can't eat anything because I'm sick."
Leisurely picking up a napkin, Amelia Shaw wiped the corner of her mouth and smiled faintly. "Take all of this away. Thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all, it's our duty. Miss Shaw, you're too kind."
