He even schemes about marriage—does he have any idea what the word "respect" means?
"Are you sure, dear?"
"He admitted it in front of His Excellency the Prime Minister—how could it be fake?"
At this, Sophie Sullivan was even more furious. "If it hadn't been for His Excellency the Prime Minister, I'd probably still have no idea I was being played by him!"
"It's okay, Joanne. If you don't want marriage, no one can force you. Even if the marriage is already done, you can still be a divorcee."
Thomas Shannon really thought he could push Cecilia Branford into being with him like this?
He's dreaming!
Using such despicable tactics to force a woman—he's absolute scum!
Sophie Sullivan lifted her head from his embrace, a flush staining her Yvonne-pale cheek. She nodded; in her hazy gaze there was a flicker of resolve. "I want a divorcee!"
