"Take him away and teach him a lesson!"
Charlie River solemnly replied, "Yes, Young Master."
Charlie River stepped forward, pulling up the butler kneeling on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "Let's go, Butler."
The butler nodded shakily and followed him out.
The dining room was finally quiet.
The maidservants and maids on either side lowered their heads, daring not to breathe too loudly.
Thomas Shannon personally ladled a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her. "Have some soup."
"I have no appetite."
With her arms crossed over her chest, Sophie Sullivan looked indifferent. He couldn't possibly think that acting a little nice now would make her simply forget how he'd wronged her earlier.
Thomas Shannon put his soup spoon down and turned to look at her, his deep, cold eyes tinged with specks of amusement.
Dark and profound, yet startlingly clear and bright.
