Pampered by My Secret Husband

Chapter 363: Chapter 365: Only by Escaping Can One Survive

”Alright, Miss Shaw, please wait a moment.”

The servant put down the work in her hands, left the kitchen, and went to get a rag. Amelia Shaw watched the entrance to the kitchen and quickly sprinkled the medicine on today’s breakfast.

She also added the medicine to the milk and used a chopstick to quickly stir it well.

After finishing all this, she washed the chopstick clean and put it away. At this time, the servant returned with the rag and began to clean up the mess on the ground.

”Oh, look how clumsy I am. I still have to trouble you to do it.”

”Miss Shaw, don’t say that. It’s my responsibility,” the servant said sweetly. ”Miss Shaw’s hands are not meant for this kind of rough work. We will take care of it for you.”

Amelia Shaw apologized with a smile, ”I meant to do it myself, but I didn’t expect... Thank you for your help.”

”Miss Shaw, you’re too kind. Breakfast will be ready immediately. Please wait a bit longer.”

”Alright, I’m not in a hurry. You take your time.” Amelia Shaw smiled and left the kitchen.

She went to the living room, sat down nonchalantly, turned on the television, and started watching.

She was constantly paying attention to the noise upstairs, waiting for Sophie Sullivan to come down.

To prevent Thomas Shannon from entering, Sophie had locked her bedroom door last night. Not only that, she had also blocked the doorway with her dressing table.

Even if he had spare keys, he couldn’t get in.

She had slept soundly all night, not waking until daybreak.

Waking up naturally, Sophie yawned gracefully. She had slept very comfortably.

She got up, washed up, moved the dressing table away, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Seeing Amelia Shaw arranging fresh flowers on the sofa, but not Thomas Shannon, Sophie averted her gaze and entered the Restaurant.

”Maniac, breakfast is ready. Do you want to start the meal now?”

”Yeah.”

The servant placed the breakfast on the dining table. Sophie picked up the milk, drank about half a cup, and then began to eat.

The medicine Amelia used had been given to her by Frank Mitchell. Amelia was sure that it was colorless, tasteless, and had hallucinogenic effects.

She lowered her head, fiddling with the fresh, delicate flowers, mentally calculating the length of time. Twenty minutes, she thought. The medicinal effect should be at its peak by now.

She put down the scissors, stood up, and went into the Restaurant. Sophie was there, supporting her forehead with one hand.

Amelia looked at the servants. ”You can all leave. I have some things to talk to Maniac about.”

”Yes,” the servants replied, leaving the Restaurant one by one.

Amelia Shaw approached Sophie and called out, ”Maniac?”

Sophie remained still.

Amelia patted Sophie’s shoulder. Sophie raised her head, her dull eyes staring blankly at Amelia.

She looked like someone who had lost their mind. Numb and vacant.

Amelia looked around. Making sure it was safe, she gripped Sophie’s shoulder. ”Maniac, you have to go out later. No matter what, find a way to get out. Someone here wants to harm you. You mustn’t make a sound. Only by escaping can you survive, understand?”

”Someone wants to harm me... Mustn’t make a sound... Escape...” Sophie repeated blankly.

”Yes, escape!”

After these almost brainwashing-like instructions, Amelia Shaw smiled in satisfaction, the corner of her mouth hooking upwards.

She led Sophie out of the Restaurant.

At the villa entrance, they were stopped by a man in black.

”Miss Shaw, Maniac, where are you going?”

Amelia glanced at Sophie, whose face was expressionless, cold as ice.

Amelia looked away and said, ”We’re going to find Thomas Shannon. Please prepare the car for us.”

”Did Young Master allow this?”

”Maniac and I have something to ask Thomas Shannon face-to-face. If this is delayed, can you bear the responsibility?” Amelia frowned. Maniac, beside her, looked serious.

The man in black weighed his options and finally nodded.