She wouldn't get angry. She would wait patiently for him to discover who he truly loved. She would wait patiently for him to recognize his own heart and figure out who his true love was. Amelia Shaw's heart was filled with sweetness; even the air around her seemed to carry a sweet fragrance.
Thomas Shannon arrived at the equestrian center but didn't see Sophie Sullivan. Instead, he saw an anxious servant waiting.
"Young Master, you're here!"
"Where's the maniac?"
"The maniac took Gabriel to the horse stable, and... and wouldn't let us follow," the servant said cautiously.
Thomas Shannon glared at them as if looking at useless people, "She didn't let you follow, so you just stood here foolishly?"
"I'm sorry, Young Master!" The servant apologized with a 90-degree bow.
Thomas Shannon snorted coldly and strode towards the horse stable like a meteor.
He was afraid that if he was too late, the maniac, in a fit of rage, might actually kill his Gabriel to vent her anger.
