Pain.
Searing pain.
Heart-wrenching pain.
Minimus Hart’s face was pale, her clothes already worn and torn.
Her body face down, she was being dragged along, enduring bursts of excruciating pain in her chest...
All her senses transmitted intense agony. The pain was so excruciating it made her wish for death, a state that had already caused Minimus Hart to lose consciousness once.
Gabriel galloped powerfully, like the wind, dragging Minimus Hart, who looked like a threadbare ragdoll.
A long trail was left on the equestrian center, the path painted with fresh blood where Minimus Hart had been.
The maid watched it all play out clearly, her screams echoing in horror, "Stop, you maniac...you’ll kill her!"
Perhaps the maid’s piercing voice caught Sophie Sullivan’s attention. She tightened the reins, halting Gabriel.
Gabriel raised its forelimbs and neighed loudly before coming to a complete stop.
Sophie Sullivan dismounted, walked up to Minimus Hart, who was lying on the grassland, and kicked her over.
Minimus Hart was flipped onto her back, lying on the ground.
Her torn clothes revealed her crushed and mangled front.
From her collarbone down to her legs, not a single part of her body was unscathed.
Crushed and mangled, caked with dirt...
After she lost consciousness, her head lolled limply. Her face hadn’t been spared either; quite a bit of skin was scraped off.
Sophie Sullivan crouched down, checking for breath beneath Minimus Hart’s nose. Good, she’s still breathing.
She pulled her hand away and looked down at the pitiful Minimus Hart, her voice low, "Minimus Hart, you can’t just die so easily. You spoke of a long future ahead. I still haven’t had enough fun; how can you die?"
The maid stumbled over to Minimus Hart’s side. Seeing her in this state—Minimus Hart had already lost what a woman treasures most: her skin.
With such severe injuries, even if they healed, she would definitely be left with scars.
Her skin would never regain its flawless, original state.
"Sister Minnie... Sister Minnie, wake up..."
Sophie Sullivan got up, untied the rope, and took the reins. She turned to the sobbing maid. "She’s not dead yet, so you don’t have to start mourning. My conscience suggests you call the doctor now; it’s not too late."
Her words roused the maid from her stupor.
The maid wrapped her arms around Minimus Hart, trying to carry her to the dical office. After two attempts, she found she couldn’t lift Minimus Hart.
She looked towards Sophie Sullivan with a pleading gaze, but Sophie Sullivan rely sneered. The maid’s heart sank. She won’t help.
So, she had no choice but to lay down the unconscious Minimus Hart, get up, and rush to the dical office to call a doctor.
The dical office was quite a distance from the equestrian center; a round trip on foot would take her more than twenty minutes.
Sophie Sullivan sneered. This is Minimus Hart’s retribution. It was always a matter between the two of us, yet she just had to involve innocent Old Mr. Standford. Since she won’t let , Sophie Sullivan, live well, then no one gets to live well!
Sophie Sullivan walked Gabriel around the equestrian center for a few laps. Only after so ti did the maid finally return, hurrying with the doctor.
They lifted Minimus Hart onto a stretcher and carried her to the dical office.
Sophie Sullivan led Gabriel back to the horse stable and instructed the servants to clean up the traces on the equestrian center. The circular bloodstains were indeed rather horrifying.
Harry lay on the haystack, fast asleep.
Sophie Sullivan grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and tucked him into her embrace. Harry opened his eyes, saw Sophie Sullivan, then closed them again, obediently resuming his sleep in her arms.
Sophie Sullivan returned to the castle, holding Harry in her arms. Having vented her anger, she felt refreshed and lighthearted.
Everything she saw was pleasing to the eye!
Even Harry, purring softly in her arms, seed utterly adorable.
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