Sophie Sullivan's voice was soft and sweet. These words of coquetry, spoken from her beautiful, rose-like lips, were especially enticing.
Amelia Shaw's hand trembled, and the scalding boiled water she had just poured into the teacup spilled out.
Tiny water droplets splashed onto the back of her hand, scalding it so badly that she quickly snatched it away.
The kettle, unsteady in her grip, slipped from her hand and crashed onto the tea table.
Scalding boiled water splashed everywhere.
Steam billowed up.
"AH..." Amelia Shaw screamed, clutching her injured hand in agony. "My hand..."
"TSK, TSK. Looks like karma is already here." Sophie Sullivan gloated, making a scissors hand and waving it arrogantly twice.
This is just the beginning, and she already can't take it? Won't she be driven to suicide later on?
Out of the corner of her eye, Sophie Sullivan saw Minimus Hart standing not far away, watching everything coolly, like an outsider.
