Minimus Hart and Alia Shaw both knew, but who is this Raina Bell, anyway?
"Who is the Raina Bell you’re talking about?"
The servant smiled and said, "Raina Bell is the female slave trained by the Young Master. He has a special interest in her, so the maniac got jealous... Miss Fit, speaking of which, Raina Bell seems to look sowhat like you. Probably because of her appearance, the Young Master treats her specially."
Cheryl Chew, after hearing this, beca even more curious. She touched her own face, "You say Raina Bell looks sowhat like ?"
The servant carefully observed for a while, then nodded, "Looking at it this way, the eyebrows and eyes do seem very similar."
"Is it because of her looks that Brother Shannon takes special care of her?"
"Yes."
Cheryl Chew held the milk in both hands, the smile at her lips carrying the shyness of a young girl.
After a while, she asked again, "Then what about the maniac? What kind of person is she?"
"The maniac is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, so beautiful that one can’t look away. At the sa ti, she is also the most individualistic woman I’ve seen, daring to defy the Young Master."
It’s no wonder that soone with both beauty and charismatic personality is hard not to attract people.
"Is she very beautiful?" Cheryl Chew lowered her gaze in inferiority. She knew she was only delicate and pretty, so she had always been very insecure about her looks.
This was mainly because in her environnt, whether it was Jas Shannon, Mrs. Shannon, or Thomas Shannon, they all possessed exceptionally rare human beauty.
As for her... she seed too ordinary and plain in comparison.
The servant, thinking she didn’t believe, nodded heavily, "When the maniac had a disfigured face, she wore a mask to cover the disfigured half, and was already very beautiful. When she restored her appearance, she was astonishingly heavenly amazing!"
Astonishingly heavenly amazing...
Cheryl Chew gave a bitter smile. How could a woman who Brother Shannon likes be ordinary or plain?
Her heart, which had just cald down with difficulty, beca agitated again because of this conversation.
......
Whether it was Sophie Sullivan’s jinx or not, in the late night, she fell ill.
Her entire body began to heat up, constantly kicking the quilt. Although the air conditioning inside the bedroom was set quite cool, one still needed to be covered with a silk quilt while sleeping at night.
Her abnormal behavior caught Thomas Shannon’s attention.
Turning on the lamp, Thomas Shannon approached her, and with one hand pulled the silk quilt over her body.
In less than five seconds, the silk quilt was impatiently kicked off by her again, murmuring, "Hot..."
Thomas Shannon reached out his hand to feel her forehead temperature, only to find her body temperature alarmingly high.
Due to the quarrel before sleep, after lying down, he hadn’t touched her, with a great distance between them.
On one bed, he and she almost slept at each bedside separately.
If it weren’t for her kicking the quilt that awakened him, he probably wouldn’t have noticed the abnormality in her body.
Pressing the intercom, Thomas Shannon said in a deep voice, "Call the doctor up!"
"Yes, Young Master."
Thomas Shannon gathered the neckline of her sleep gown. In a while, he heard the sound of knocking on the door.
"Co in."
The doctor, carrying the dical box, pushed the door open and entered, his head lowered, with his gaze only resting on the ground, "Young Master."
"The maniac’s body temperature is very high, probably has a fever, co over and check her."
"Yes, Young Master."
The doctor imdiately stepped forward, opened the dical box, took out the thermoter, and after asuring Sophie Sullivan’s body temperature, promptly said, "Young Master, the maniac indeed has a fever, a high fever of 39 degrees. We need to imdiately reduce the fever and bring the temperature down."
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