Sophia Cloud spent her days in that room, lost in a daze.
"Miss Cloud, the Young Master has been doing quite well lately, you don't need to worry." Turner couldn't stand seeing her like that anymore, so she took her to sit in the backyard, her face filled with sorrow.
In just a short week, she had lost a great deal of weight; her whole figure was pale as paper, as if she would fall over with the slightest breeze.
Sophia Cloud's fingers tightened slightly as she shook her head silently—How could she possibly not worry?
"Do you… Do you worry that Miss Smith might harm the Young Master?" Turner finally voiced her concern. Previously, when Evelyn held the reins, he ended up in the hospital.
But even Mr. Lewis couldn't be sure if it was truly her doings.
Miss Cloud this...
Sophia Cloud suddenly turned around, her gaze fixed on Turner for a long while before she finally nodded silently.
—Turner, believe me, she told me herself.