Gaby, who was lying by the doorway, sprang up at the call and ran to her side.
Gaby affectionately rubbed her head against her leg, then stared at George Stanford.
Sophie Sullivan looked at George Stanford with a half-smile, "Old Mr. Stanford, you still have time to regret it now. Tell me, do you want to take back what you said?"
George Stanford clenched his fist, stiffened his neck, gathered his breath to his celestial field, wanting to say with great dignity that he wouldn't take it back!
But... seeing Gaby's fierce tiger-like eyes, glaring as if at prey about to land in her mouth, he immediately cowered.
His imposing air weakened bit by bit, followed by his back.
His once straight back slowly bent down, both hands clasped, eyes tightly shut, "My dear Fiona, I take it back, can't I just take back what I said?"
Seeing Old Mr. Standford in this cowardly state, Sophie Sullivan broke into laughter, the sound crisp and unrestrained.
