Face, dignity—what were they? When her life was on the line, Minimus Hart could abandon them all. She just wanted to survive! Only by surviving would she have any hope of turning things around!
The moment Sophie Sullivan appeared in the doorway, Minimus Hart froze as if struck by lightning.
How could she be here?
Her uneasy, fearful gaze darted to the space behind Sophie.
If Sophie was here, then Thomas Shannon must be here too...
"Young Master..." Minimus Hart cried pitifully. "Young Master, I really am being framed. Don't believe the maniac..."
Thomas Shannon came to stand behind Sophie, his icy eyes sweeping over Minimus Hart. That single glance, like a sharp blade, pierced straight through her heart.
