Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: If People Don’t Offend Me, I Don’t Offend Them

Was that even a question? Truths were inherently true, and lies inherently false.

It was unclear if Thomas Shannon had specifically instructed it, but there was always warm food in the kitchen.

As soon as the two entered the Restaurant, servants had already placed the food on the table, neatly arranged.

Sophie Sullivan was very hungry, but the sight of the greasy dishes immediately dampened her appetite.

Fortunately, there was also a nourishing porridge.

She ladled a bowl of porridge for herself. Just as she was about to put the spoon down, Thomas Shannon’s bowl was silently pushed toward her.

Sophie Sullivan looked at him, puzzled. Thomas Shannon scowled, then curled a finger and tapped impatiently on the tabletop twice. ”Ladle me a bowl too.”

Sophie Sullivan did as he asked and ladled him a bowl.

Then, they both ate their porridge, neither saying a word.

The spacious Restaurant was quiet, so quiet that Sophie Sullivan was a bit unaccustomed to it.

She lifted her gaze to the man beside her. His every movement as he ate exuded elegance and nobility.

An innate aura of nobility emanated from him, unseen.

”What are you looking at?” Thomas Shannon lifted his gaze and glanced at her.

”I want to know, what happened to Amelia Shaw?”

Sophie Sullivan clenched her spoon, her eyes narrowing slightly. Could it be that he planned to let the matter drop again?

”She’s locked in the dark cell.”

He locked Amelia Shaw in the dark cell?

Although not entirely satisfied, Sophie Sullivan was somewhat appeased. Locking her in the dark cell was a good start.

It proved Thomas Shannon wasn’t entirely biased towards Amelia Shaw. If she tried a little harder, she was confident she could eliminate Amelia Shaw.

Sophie Sullivan lowered her head and continued to eat her porridge.

This time it was Amelia Shaw; next time, it would be Minimus Hart... She wouldn’t let those who had harmed her off easily. I don’t bother anyone who doesn’t bother me. But if someone crosses me, they can only blame their own bad luck.

Her stomach full, Sophie Sullivan felt her energy return. Thomas Shannon was going to discuss matters with Charlie River, so Sophie sat on the sofa and watched them go upstairs.

She stood up and, swaying slightly, made her way to the dark cell.

The man in black looked at her and extended a hand to block her path. ”No one is allowed inside without the Young Master’s permission.”

”Thomas Shannon let me come take a look,” Sophie Sullivan bluffed.

She just wanted to go in and see how Amelia Shaw was doing; she wasn’t going to do anything to her. Was there any need to be so guarded against her?

The man in black was skeptical. Sophie Sullivan’s lips curved into a smile. ”What, do you need me to get Thomas Shannon to come and tell you himself?”

”That won’t be necessary.”

Nowadays, the little maniac’s status in the manor was plain for all to see.

If she just wanted to go in and take a look, they wouldn’t make things too difficult for her.

The man in black let her pass, and Sophie Sullivan stepped into the dark cell.

The dark cell was still the same dark cell. Sophie Sullivan covered her mouth and nose with one hand as the man in black followed behind her.

They proceeded to the innermost room. The man in black stepped forward, took out a key, and opened the heavy iron door.

The rust-covered iron door creaked open, emitting a long, grating sound.

Amelia Shaw, having been locked up for a whole night, was struggling to adapt to the wretched environment.

She was huddled in a corner, arms wrapped around herself. The occasional scuttling mouse or cockroach was enough to make her shriek repeatedly.

Hearing the door open, she had already rushed to the entrance to wait.

She was overjoyed, thinking Thomas Shannon had come to let her out.

When the iron door swung fully open, she saw Sophie Sullivan’s face and the taunting smile playing on her lips.

Her heart plunged as if into an ice cellar. It wasn’t him. It wasn’t Thomas Shannon.

Amelia Shaw staggered back a few steps, and Sophie Sullivan took a step forward.