CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 172: NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU, EVEN IF YOU SHOUT YOUR THROAT OUT

"Would you like some more to eat? I can have Charlie River go get some from the armory for you?"

Sophie Sullivan: "..." Is he serious?!

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Amelia Shaw had a nightmare. All night, she was plagued by nightmares, feeling muddle-headed and increasingly exhausted as she slept. As dawn broke, she woke up. A new day had begun, and she had to forget yesterday’s incident. She must also forget having seen Frank Mitchell...

Sophie Sullivan woke up early as well. She sat up and pulled off the silk quilt, annoyed by the stains on the bedsheet. Taking a clean set of clothes, she went into the bath chamber.

When Sophie Sullivan came out after taking a bath, she saw a servant standing at the entrance of the bath chamber, holding clothes in both hands. "Maniac, the Young Master wants you to change into these clothes."

"Why?"

"You’re going on a business trip with the Young Master."

A business trip? Why hadn’t Thomas Shannon mentioned this to her?

With many questions in her mind, Sophie Sullivan took the clothes and went back into the bath chamber to change. Having changed into the skirt, she went downstairs.

Sophie Sullivan didn’t see Thomas Shannon, and after looking around, she didn’t see Amelia Shaw either. Humming indifferently, Sophie Sullivan entered the Restaurant.

Inside the Restaurant, a lavish breakfast was already laid out on the table.

Sophie Sullivan sat down on a chair and was about to drink the milk when a servant stopped her. "The Young Master hasn’t arrived yet; you can’t start the meal."

Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brows slightly. "Then call Thomas Shannon." Would she really have to starve if he didn’t eat?

In a short while, Thomas Shannon arrived. Amelia Shaw, who followed him closely, had red eyes. It seemed she had been crying.

Sophie Sullivan averted her gaze and stared at the milk in front of her.

Thomas Shannon sat down in the first position, with Amelia Shaw next to him. He glanced at Sophie Sullivan and said, "Let’s have our breakfast."

Sophie Sullivan began to eat her breakfast as if no one else was there, remaining silent throughout.

Thomas Shannon turned to look at Amelia Shaw beside him. "Aren’t you going to eat?"

Amelia Shaw shook her head. "I have no appetite." As long as she thought about how the maniac would accompany him on this business trip, her appetite would vanish. How could she even eat breakfast?

She didn’t understand what her current status was, in the end. He could give her a card, grant her the freedom and power to come and go as she pleased in the manor, yet the person always by his side was never her.

Sometimes, Amelia Shaw was even curious about the kind of feelings Thomas Shannon had for the little maniac. He kept her close by, sharing the same bed every night. He seemed unloving, yet often showed rare moments of concern. He even insisted on taking her on business trips.

Could he... have fallen in love with the little maniac?

Realizing this possibility, Amelia Shaw quickly glanced at the maniac. From her perspective, she could only see the maniac’s flawlessly beautiful profile. The maniac sat upright, eating with neither haste nor leisure. She made no sound as she chewed, and every gesture exuded a fitting elegance.

If the maniac hadn’t been disfigured, then she would have been my greatest enemy. But she’s already disfigured. Could Thomas Shannon still fall in love with a disfigured woman?

Feeling a burning gaze fixed on her face, Sophie Sullivan slowly looked up, her lips curling into a sarcastic smile. "Will staring at me fill you up?"

Amelia Shaw hastily averted her gaze, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

Thomas Shannon curled his finger and tapped Sophie Sullivan’s head. "Eat your food and stop talking nonsense."

Furious, Sophie Sullivan shot Thomas Shannon a fierce glare, put down her knife and fork, picked up her napkin, and wiped the corner of her mouth. I’m not eating anymore!

She rose from the table and left, her movements fluid and confident.

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened for a moment, then returned to normal.

Only the two of them remained at the dining table.

Amelia Shaw bit her trembling lips, her voice filled with pleading and humility, "Thomas, can you really not take me with you?"

Thomas Shannon put down his knife and fork and slowly, deliberately wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. He set the napkin down and paused for a moment. "I’ve already made myself very clear."

Amelia Shaw nodded, crestfallen. "I understand..."

Sophie Sullivan sat on the sofa, hugging Harry tightly in her embrace and proceeding to mercilessly nuzzle and squeeze him.

"MEOW!"

At first, Harry struggled valiantly, but eventually, he wore an expression of utter despair.

Seeing his master appear, a blazing fire of hope ignited within Harry, and he meowed desperately at Thomas Shannon.

Sophie Sullivan held his furry chin in one hand. "Even if you scream yourself hoarse, no one will come to save you!"