She picked up the telephone and made a call to Thomas Shannon.
As expected, his telephone was powered off.
Putting down the telephone, Minimus Hart nonchalantly picked up Harry and took him for a bath.
***
Pain.
Her head throbbed violently.
Sophie Sullivan woke to find herself lying in a flower bush, her skin covered in scratches from its branches and leaves.
She struggled to her feet and surveyed her surroundings. It looked like a park.
The second before she lost consciousness, someone had struck her.
Who struck her?
And who just left her here?
She looked down to check her clothes. The collar was torn, and the rest of her attire was in disarray.
The sound of urgent footsteps approached. She looked up and saw men in black.
The men in black came forward and, without a word, seized her by both arms and led her away.
"Wait!"
"You tried to flee! Just wait for the Young Master's punishment!"
