With a hint of condescending pity, she said, "You can stop now."
Minimus Hart raised her head, a wave of dizziness washing over her. She asked in a trembling voice, "Can I leave now?"
"No rush."
Sophie Sullivan chuckled softly and stood up. "Let me ask you, can I enter the Young Master's bedroom?"
Anger welled up in Minimus Hart's chest. "Yes."
"Heh heh, you sang a different tune when the Young Master wasn't around."
After her taunt, Sophie Sullivan walked to the bedside and sat on the bed. "The Young Master's bed—can I sleep in it?"
Minimus Hart lowered her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "I don't know. That's up to the Young Master."
Very good, she still knows how to pass the buck to Thomas Shannon.
Sophie turned her head to look at Thomas Shannon, who had been silent, watching the drama unfold from start to finish. "Young Master, you tell me, can I sleep in your bed?"
Minimus Hart's heart leaped to her throat. Don't say it! she screamed internally. Don't! She can't!
