Amelia Shaw endured the pain, glaring fiercely at Minimus Hart. "Sorry to disappoint you, but it definitely won't leave a scar!"
"Miss Shaw, why are you talking like this? I'm also simply concerned about you out of good intentions..."
"Enough, I can't bear your goodwill!"
Minimus Hart just smiled and didn't reply.
Anyway, seeing Amelia Shaw frustrated had already made her happy. There was no need to continue kicking her while she was down.
She couldn't crush her completely yet. Otherwise, who would contend with the maniac?
Sophie Sullivan awoke from her nap to find it was already evening.
She rubbed her forehead and sat up. Thomas Shannon's voice was no longer beside her.
This beast! she cursed inwardly, then lifted the silk quilt and got out of bed.
The moment her sore legs touched the floor, they felt weak.
With every step, a twinge of pain shot through the core of her legs.
She had a deeper understanding of Thomas Shannon's beastly nature.
