Sophie Sullivan stomped down hard, only releasing her foot at the sound of a slight crunch. "Quite a clear conscience you have," she sneered.
Enduring the extreme pain in her hand, Minimus Hart bit her lip. "Young Master, I have a clear conscience," she said. "No matter what means you use to force me, I won't admit to a single thing I didn't do!"
That was enough! Sophie Sullivan was filled with rage upon hearing Minimus Hart's words. Old Mr. Standford was still in the ICU, his life still in danger, with nurses monitoring him around the clock. Yet, Minimus Hart dared to claim a clear conscience. To think she's done so many evil things and isn't even afraid of divine retribution!
Sophie Sullivan turned to Charlie River. "Charlie, do you have a dagger?"
Charlie River glanced at the handsome, noble, and stern man sitting on the sofa—Thomas Shannon.
Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette and gave an almost imperceptible nod.
