Sophie Sullivan's figure disappeared around the staircase corner.
Amelia Shaw was waiting, waiting for an explanation.
Time ticked by, every minute and every second.
Thomas Shannon acted as if nothing had happened, gently scratching Harry's chin, seemingly... with no intention of offering an explanation.
Amelia Shaw couldn't bear it any longer. Biting her lip tightly, she began, "Thomas, you and that maniac..."
"It's just as you saw."
Before she could finish her question, Thomas Shannon looked calmly into her eyes and said so.
BOOM.
It was as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Her mind went blank. Amelia Shaw's face turned deathly pale, and her lips lost all color simultaneously.
Was it just as she saw it?
Were he and that maniac... still maintaining an improper relationship?
"Thomas... why?"
Why would he do this to her?
Why did he give her hope, only to make her grieve and disappoint her time and again?
How long would he continue to hurt her?