Or perhaps, Thomas Shannon had already investigated her background but hasn't told me yet? Sophie Sullivan covered her head in pain and tapped her forehead, forcing herself to stop thinking. Is he waiting for me to confess everything I know to him?
The more she thought, the more her head throbbed with a dull ache.
She drowsily fell asleep. Harry lay at the end of the bed, his little belly exposed, sleeping sprawled out and snoring softly.
「The black Lincoln Fleet drove into the manor.」
It gradually stopped in front of the fountain. Charlie River respectfully opened the car door, and a handsome man, exuding an aristocratic aura, stepped out.
Minimus Hart led the maids, and the butler led the servants. They all bowed. "Welcome home, Young Master."
Thomas Shannon didn't glance sideways, his handsome face cold and stern. He raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. "Where is the little maniac?"
"Young Master, the little maniac is upstairs," the butler said.
