As soon as she stepped into the castle, she saw Minimus Hart kneeling ramrod straight on the ground.
Her face was still wrapped in gauze, her back held perfectly upright.
Startled, Sophie Sullivan asked coldly, "Minimus Hart, what are you doing here?"
Thomas Shannon, standing behind her, steadied her with a hand, his deep, cold eyes sweeping over Minimus Hart.
Minimus Hart kowtowed deeply before Thomas Shannon, her forehead striking the floor with a sharp, distinct thud.
Sophie Sullivan's lips curved slightly as she turned to look at Thomas Shannon. "What good deed did you do?"
With one hand rubbing her head, Thomas Shannon said, "Go back to the bedroom and take a bath. Wait for me."
Sophie Sullivan, already tired, ignored Minimus Hart and turned to go upstairs.
As Sophie Sullivan's footsteps faded into the distance, Minimus Hart once again banged her head heavily on the floor. "Young Master, I was wrong."
"Come to the study room."
