Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 243: It was you who framed me, right?

She surveyed her surroundings with a show of appraisal. "Are you getting used to this place?"

Alia Shaw was covered in dirt, her hair disheveled and her face grimy. This unkempt appearance pleased Sophie Sullivan.

She asked with a smile, "Why don’t you say anything?"

Alia Shaw glared at her. "It was you, wasn’t it?"

"What ’it was you’?" Sophie Sullivan raised an eyebrow. "I know the conditions here are terrible, but surely not bad enough to drive soone mad, right?"

The suspicion in her heart grew stronger.

Alia Shaw rushed up to Sophie Sullivan, grabbing her by the collar. "You frad , didn’t you?"

She pretended to argue with Thomas Shannon, then ’coincidentally’ ran into and said those things to make misunderstand. She knew I would try to take advantage of the situation, so she orchestrated this whole charade, causing Thomas Shannon to misunderstand . And that’s why I was locked in the dark cell. This woman in front of planned all of it!

"Alia Shaw, stop pretending. The truth is already out. Who are you putting on this ’wrongfully accused’ act for? Thomas Shannon isn’t here."

It was her! It really was her!

Alia Shaw, as if she’d gone mad, lunged forward and grabbed Sophie Sullivan by the throat. "You frad ! How dare you fra !"

"Help..."

The mont Sophie Sullivan cried out, the man in black rushed forward and threw Alia Shaw to the ground.

"Maniac, are you alright?"

Sophie Sullivan clutched her neck, her face deathly pale. "She’s gone mad..."

With that, Sophie Sullivan quickly departed.

The man in black shut the door, unmoved by Alia Shaw’s desperate cries and screams inside, demanding to see Thomas Shannon.

「In the study room.」

The doctor knocked and, upon receiving permission, entered.

"Young Master..."

The doctor approached the desk and bowed respectfully to Thomas Shannon, who was seated there.

Thomas Shannon’s gaze shifted from the file to the doctor’s face, his lips curving slightly. "What is it?"

The doctor raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. "Young Master, I was taking inventory of the dicines today and found that one dose is missing. Yesterday, only Maniac visited my dispensary, so I suspect she stole that dose of dicine."

"What dicine?"

Thomas Shannon tapped his fingers intermittently on the tabletop, listening patiently.

The doctor looked at him. "An aphrodisiac."

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, and his tapping fingers stilled. "Only Maniac went to your place yesterday?"

"Yes. Maniac said her vocal cords were bothering her and asked to prescribe sothing. I examined her thoroughly but found no issues. Since she insisted on getting dicine, I had no choice but to give her so throat-soothing dicine."

The doctor recalled carefully. "Perhaps that was when Maniac stole the dicine, when I wasn’t looking."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, Young Master, I am certain."

The aphrodisiac was stolen. If she used it on the Young Master, and the matter was investigated, he would inevitably be held responsible too.

Maniac stole an aphrodisiac, yet she was the one drugged by Alia Shaw?

Thomas Shannon scoffed, raised his hand, and waved dismissively. "I understand. You may go."

"Yes, Young Master." The great weight on the doctor’s mind was finally lifted.

As the study door closed, Charlie River asked with so concern, "Young Master, about Miss Shaw...?"

Now that the person who stole the dicine had been identified, it ant Alia Shaw could be proven to have been wrongly accused.

Thomas Shannon lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

He chuckled softly, rubbing his brow bone with one hand. "Charlie River, Maniac is retaliating against Alia Shaw. She’s gotten quite good at framing and setting people up."