Sophie Sullivan's whole body ached. The pain from Charlie River's rough handling was real.
She closed her eyes, wanting to lie down for a while.
The rhythmic click of leather shoes on the floor drew nearer.
Thomas Shannon pushed open the door. Sophie instantly opened her eyes, looking towards the doorway.
"Did she bully you, hm?"
Thomas Shannon held the little fellow—its fur bristling—in his embrace. It glared at her with an imposing air and let out a proud MEOW.
Sophie almost laughed. So it turned its head and ran off to complain to its master.
What a useless fellow!
Harry jumped down from Thomas Shannon's embrace and bounced onto the bed, carefully stepping on Sophie's body.
Each paw stepped with extreme caution.
Only after confirming there was no danger did it dare to continue walking on her.
Harry's fluffy head approached her face. Sophie couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed the scruff of its neck and threw it.
"I told you not to touch me!"
