Interesting. Feeling a dangerous gaze constantly on her face, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.
She couldn’t believe he just let her go like that.
After leaving the study room, Sophie Sullivan was led by a servant to another place.
She couldn’t believe everything she was seeing.
A woman who resembled a teacher was explaining something in detail. Hearing the door open, the teacher stopped. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she said coldly, "Well, aren’t you coming in?"
Sophie Sullivan was pushed into the room by a maid, and she hesitated before walking among the other maids. The teacher’s complicated gaze fell on her, sizing her up and down.
Afterward, she warned Sophie Sullivan, "Remember to cover your face in the future, so you don’t scare Young Master."
With that ugly face, she wondered what Young Master saw in her.
He was so concerned about her...
The other maids began laughing, their laughter delicate and fragmented, filled with contempt.
Sophie Sullivan remained silent. The more they mocked her, the more silent she became.
The teacher knew her situation but didn’t dare to make things too difficult for her. After all, she was the first woman related to Thomas Shannon.
However, just being silent didn’t make these people stop tormenting her.
Disdain was written all over Sophie Sullivan’s face, and the coldness in her eyes seemed to burst through her clear irises.
Feeling provoked, the teacher picked up a wooden ruler from nearby and slapped her with it.
Sophie Sullivan covered her face with one hand as the sting spread across her cheek. She gritted her teeth and lunged.
The unsuspecting teacher was tackled to the ground by Sophie Sullivan, who sat on her lower abdomen and started punching her.
"Stop!" the teacher wailed.
Sophie Sullivan sneered, "In your dreams!"
The maids standing by only reacted after the teacher had been punched several times. They hurriedly pulled Sophie Sullivan off the teacher and also punched her a few times. The punches directed at Sophie Sullivan were, more or less, personally motivated. Everyone had disliked her for a long time and had been itching to beat her. They had just been struggling to find a legitimate reason or excuse. Now that Sophie Sullivan had delivered herself to them, they naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity.
Outnumbered, Sophie Sullivan was beaten and knocked to the ground.
The teacher, helped up by the concerned maids, was seething with anger. She viciously kicked Sophie Sullivan, who was on the ground, and roared, "No one who comes here has ever been as insolent as you! Lock her in the dark room and teach her a lesson she won’t forget!"
Sophie Sullivan was dragged away.
Enduring the pain, she turned her head and fixed a deep gaze on the furious teacher. Good. I’ll remember this, she thought.
She clenched both hands. One day, I will make every single person who bullied me pay! Not a single one will be spared! I’ll pay them back double!
Arriving at the dark room, Sophie Sullivan realized that her previous sufferings had merely been appetizers. The dark room was the true place of torture.
In the pitch-black space, so dark she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, the rustling sounds of unknown creatures drew closer. An icy touch, like a poisonous snake, coiled around her legs, chillingly slithering upward.
Sophie Sullivan screamed in pain, frantically prying the thing off her legs. After prying it off, she flung it far away.
Her actions seemed to enrage the other creatures. The rustling sounds gradually grew more frequent, converging on her as the center.
Sophie Sullivan begged for mercy. This time, she was utterly terrified.
The darkness itself was terrifying due to the unknown, to say nothing of the other horrific creatures within it. Imperceptibly, the fear in her heart had already reached the verge of exploding. The string of her rationality was stretched taut, ready to snap at any moment.