Pampered by My Secret Husband-Chapter 762 - 765: Aren’t you overestimating yourself?

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.

Minimus Hart was utterly panicked. Terrified, she pressed herself tightly against the wall, shaking her head. "Young Master, save me... After all these years, even if I have no great merits, I have worked hard and endured hardships. Are you really going to kill a subordinate who has gone through thick and thin for you for so many years, all because of this maniac woman?"

Sophie watched her desperate struggle with cold eyes and sneered, "Minimus Hart, aren’t you overestimating yourself?"

Never mind her status as a female slave; even as a subordinate, Thomas Shannon surely hadn’t mistreated her over the years. The rewards she had received for her contributions alone were innumerable. Her bedroom housed no shortage of extravagant jewelry. As for money, that went without saying.

In other words, her relationship with Thomas Shannon was nothing more than a normal employment relationship. Thomas Shannon employed her; she put in the effort and received generous payment. No job is without hardship. Since she accepted such generous payment, it was natural that she had to put in far more effort than an ordinary job required.

Listening to her tone, it seemed she didn’t consider herself a mere female slave, but rather a pivotal figure.

Did she really think that without her, Thomas Shannon’s group of female slaves would become leaderless and dare to revolt?

Sophie felt a weight on her shoulder as Thomas Shannon’s tall, slender form drew near, his arm coming to rest there. The man’s clean, masculine scent cut through the turbid air, a refreshing stream reaching her nostrils. The anger that had been blazing in Sophie’s heart finally subsided a little.

"Minimus Hart." The man’s voice was as cold as ever, carrying an innate deterrent force.

Minimus Hart’s voice trembled. "...Young Master."

"Do I need to list out, one by one, everything you’ve done to Fennie?"

Minimus Hart’s eyes widened in terror. The Young Master... could it be he knew from early on?

Thomas Shannon looked at her, a touch of mockery in his cold eyes. This entire manor was his. Within his sight, he was aware of everyone’s every move, especially hers. She had believed her deceptions were flawless, that no one knew. In truth, she was only fooling herself. Her wishful thinking had ultimately been her downfall.

"Young Master... this is all a misunderstanding... I’m innocent! It was the maniac... She framed me!" This was Minimus Hart, flustered and speaking incoherently, desperately trying to shift all blame from herself.

Thomas Shannon’s eyebrow tips lifted slightly. "Why would Fennie want to frame you?"

After a pause, Thomas Shannon wrapped an arm around Sophie’s shoulder, drawing her into his protective embrace. "To put it another way," he said, his voice laced with protectiveness, "what is there about you that would be worth Fennie’s effort to frame?"

"Because... because..."