Thomas Shannon furrowed his brows, his irritation clear. "Get lost!"
"Young Master, you have to meet Madam tomorrow. You can't go without drinking the hangover soup."
After Charlie River's incessant nagging, Thomas Shannon finally relented and drank the hangover soup.
Setting the bowl down, Charlie River let out a sigh of relief. Minimus Hart, who had been standing by silently, noticed him wipe sweat from his brow. "Charlie River, you're tired too," she said. "I'll watch over the Young Master. You go and rest."
"There's no need. I'll watch over him myself."
The feeling of not being trusted was truly awful.
Minimus Hart's smile stiffened. "Charlie River, do you not trust me?"
Charlie River merely smiled without a word.
"Do you think I'll be as foolish as Raina Bell and develop feelings for the Young Master that go beyond loyalty?"
Charlie River looked directly at Minimus Hart. "You're overthinking things."
