Watching George Flack lose his temper, Thomas Yates was rather unfazed and simply asked George, "Have I mistreated you in any way? Though I had you share a room with Mallia Mamet, that place is quite spacious. Is the bed uncomfortable? Or are you still hungry?"
The things Thomas Yates had said left George Flack at a loss for words. No matter what, George did not want to hear about last night's events from someone else!
"Fine, what did you call us over for?"
Could it be another arrangement? George didn't know the situation, but he was sure that if it involved drinking, he would refuse to death.
Thomas Yates opened his mouth, but the subject he spoke about was indeed Mallia Mamet.
"Eh, Mallia Mamet, what happened to you? Your neck, what's with it?" Thomas Yates was full of surprise.
Mallia Mamet quickly covered her neck.
His face burning—how could George Flack feel so unbearably awkward?
George Flack was wondering what he had done wrong to keep feeling this scared and anxious.
