It seemed... she didn't envy Amelia Shaw's freedom one bit.
"What is there to envy?"
A trace of fierceness flashed across the depths of Thomas Shannon's eyes, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.
Sophie Sullivan's voice softened, like the whispers exchanged between lovers, "Thomas Shannon..."
"Hm?"
"What do you need me to do for you to help me treat my face?"
"Tattoo."
Sophie Sullivan gasped.
So there was a price to pay after all, right? The price for healing the scars on her face was to leave a searing mark on her body.
"Think carefully. I'll give you some time."
Pausing for a moment, Thomas Shannon generously offered, "If you want to go somewhere, have the butler prepare the car. Only for today."
"Should I thank Young Master Shannon for his kindness?"
In the end, Sophie Sullivan did go out. She asked the butler to prepare the car, which took her away from the manor.
