"Do you want some rice?"
"Uh... I guess so."
Snowball stretched out her tiny hands, grabbed a quicksand bun from the plate, and handed it to Sophie Sullivan, "Snowball can give it to the beggar."
Sophie couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Having this thought is good, Mommy approves of you."
With that said, Sophie called the butler, "Send the other food in the kitchen to the beggars."
"Yes, Miss Cecilia Branford." The butler answered reluctantly.
Really want to send it?
Judging from Thomas Shannon, he didn't seem like he would eat it...
Snowball pursed her lips into a smile, her eyes curved happily, Sophie signaled her and William Westlake to quickly have breakfast.
At the foot of the mountain.
Thomas Shannon heard all of Sophie's words, his handsome face darkened with anger.
15 minutes later, the sentinel opened the door, several servant-like people carried some food and placed it in front of the fleet.
That stance, it really was like charity for beggars!
