Sophie Sullivan brushed her long hair over her shoulder, "When did he go out?"
The servant looked troubled, trying to dodge the question, "I... I don't know either."
"You don't know, or you don't dare to say?" Sophie sneered. Judging by her expression, it was clear she didn't dare to speak.
In that case, Sophie could boldly guess that Thomas Shannon went out after she had fallen asleep.
As for why he had to do such a thing, only he would know.
The servant shivered, lowering her head, "Young Madam, please calm down..."
Sophie took a deep breath. It was pointless to make things hard for a servant, so she turned and went downstairs.
Downstairs, the lights were still brightly lit. The night-duty servant saw her coming down and quickly approached, "Young Madam, is there anything you need?"
"Get me something to eat." She was hungry.
Sophie found it odd herself, having eaten a good dinner, yet feeling hungry at this hour, how strange...
