"Then don’t go up today." Thomas Shannon casually left a remark, tossing the problem to her, allowing her to make the decision herself.
Would she ride in his car up, or just not go up at all today.
Ultimately, Sophie Sullivan compromised.
When dealing with a rascal, the only one who would lose in the end would be herself.
Returning to the long-missed home, Sophie’s heart was filled with mixed emotions. After over a year, she was finally back.
The mountain road seemed particularly long.
In her waiting, she finally arrived at the Onassis Old Castle. Looking at the majestic and grand architecture, a feeling of sadness swept through her heart.
Daddy, Mommy, Cecilia made it.
"Cecilia, it’s all over now." Lucifer knew she was feeling sad and stepped forward a few steps, holding her face, bowing his head to comfort her gently.
"I know." Sophie closed her eyes, and nodded slowly.
The butler learned that Miss Cecilia Branford had returned and lined up with the servants to welcome her.
Sophie smirked coldly and said nothing.
She hadn’t forgotten that Lucifer mentioned the butler also had issues.
The butler was chilled to the spine by her gaze, and couldn’t help but ask in a trembling voice, "Miss Cecilia, do you have any instructions?"
"I’ll give you 10 minutes to gather everyone."
Leaving those words behind, Sophie walked past the butler without a sideways glance and stepped indoors.
minutes later, over 300 people, including servants and family servants, had gathered in the Onassis Old Castle.
The butler didn’t know what was going on, nor did he understand what happened to Miss Cecilia, so he had to follow her instructions.
At this moment, over 300 people stood under the scorching sun, and the sweat had already dampened their uniforms.
Sticky and clinging to the body, making them extremely uncomfortable.
The most uncomfortable thing wasn’t the sweat, but the scorching and glaring sunshine.
The blinding and harsh sunshine seemingly could evaporate all the moisture in the human body; untouched by water, yet continuously sweating, the body’s moisture rapidly depleting.
Gradually, some people began to falter.
Among the servant group, a low buzz of conversation began to rise —
"What’s wrong with Miss Cecilia?"
"Who knows..."
"Could it be that Young Master Liam Donald embarrassed Miss Cecilia again?"
"Isn’t it so...every time Miss Cecilia is upset by Young Master Liam Donald, she takes it out on us."
"Stop talking now, how could you casually discuss Cecilia?"
A few timid ones had already started to mediate.
Some people also began to quietly suggest to the butler—
"Butler, why don’t you ask Miss Cecilia, how long does she want us to stand here?"
"Right, so that we can know exactly what mistake we made for Miss Cecilia to punish us this way."
The butler, out of desperation and also on the verge of being unable to bear it himself, then stepped into the cool and refreshing interior.
Seeing Miss Cecilia standing magnificently in the center of the main hall, the butler felt something was off, upon closer thought, the only odd thing was that her face was even more exquisitely refined.
Even her voice had returned to how it was before.
During the staff assembly, he attempted to call Andres, yet it was always in an unanswered state.
Now, a terrifying suspicion suddenly flashed across the butler’s mind...
If his guess was correct, then the consequences would be unimaginable.
The butler could only comfort himself, no, it wouldn’t be like that...
It’s all just his speculation, how could it become reality?
"Who let you in?"
Sophie’s delicate chin lifted slightly, exuding a natural and inherent nobility.