The maniac almost died, but Thomas Shannon did not bla her, nor did he punish her.
Sophie Sullivan went downstairs and looked around, but she didn’t see Thomas Shannon.
She asked the servant, "Where did Thomas Shannon go?"
"I’m sorry, we don’t know the whereabouts of the Young Master either."
Not getting an answer, Sophie just nodded and went into the restaurant.
The kitchen had already prepared dinner. Since the butler didn’t require her to wait for Thomas Shannon’s return to start eating, it ant Thomas Shannon wouldn’t be coming back for dinner.
Sophie ate dinner alone and then wandered out of the castle and headed to the dical office.
The doctor saw her and frowned. "What’s wrong? Are your vocal cords uncomfortable?"
Sophie frowned, her face contorted in pain. "A little."
"Co, lie down first, and I’ll give you an examination."
The doctor’s face imdiately beca serious. Logically speaking, her vocal cords should be gradually recovering after the surgery, and everything was moving in a positive direction. Why would it be uncomfortable?
Five minutes later, the doctor said helplessly, "I’ve checked them, and there’s nothing wrong with your vocal cords. They have recovered very well, even exceeding my expectations."
"But I always feel uncomfortable. What is the reason for this?"
"It might be psychological."
Sophie denied it outright. "No, I’m psychologically very resilient. My vocal cords occasionally have a tearing pain, especially when I speak loudly. Why don’t you give so dicine?"
Seeing her serious face, the doctor seed to realize that she wouldn’t leave without the dicine. He had no choice but to turn around and prescribe so for her.
The dical office was large; the operating rooms and wards were on par with international standards. Each doctor also had their own office, so they didn’t disturb each other.
While the doctor turned and lowered his head to write the prescription, Sophie quietly went to the dicine cabinet and quickly stole a dose of dicine.
"Alright, here’s your dicine. One pill at a ti, twice a day, with warm water."
The doctor wrote the prescription and the instructions together and gave her the dicine.
"Thank you, Doctor." Sophie took the dicine and prescription, and left, satisfied.
Alia Shaw had dinner downstairs, then went back upstairs, preparing to return to her bedroom.
As she approached the staircase entrance, she heard the maniac’s angry voice, faintly drifting through an open door.
"Thomas Shannon, you just favor Alia Shaw like this? Fine, I’ll leave then! If you love her, just go to her! I don’t care!"
Soon, the maniac, her facial color flushed crimson with anger, stord out of the bedroom and slamd the door so hard it seed to shake the building.
When Sophie saw Alia Shaw standing at the staircase entrance, she glared at her fiercely. "What are you looking at? Are you happy now?"
She bumped Alia Shaw’s shoulder and quickly ran down the stairs.
Did the maniac have a fight with Thomas Shannon? Perfect! This was her chance to take advantage of the situation. They had just quarreled, and Thomas Shannon’s mood must be terrible now. She, this gentle and understanding woman, had to perform well.
Alia Shaw turned, went downstairs to the kitchen, brewed coffee herself, and brought it upstairs.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Standing at Thomas Shannon’s bedroom door, Alia Shaw called softly, "Thomas, can I co in?"
No one answered from inside the bedroom.
She gathered her courage, twisted the door handle, quickly stepped into the bedroom, and closed the bedroom door behind her.
The sound of running water ca from the bath chamber.
Was he taking a bath?
Alia Shaw put the coffee on the tea table and sat on the sofa. She carefully smoothed her hair and patiently waited for Thomas Shannon to co out.
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