Alia Shaw’s face changed drastically. She anxiously took a few steps forward and, losing her composure, grabbed Charlie River’s arm. "What happened to Thomas? Is he injured?"
Charlie River’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze shifting downward to the hand she was clutching.
Realizing her lapse in composure, Alia Shaw apologetically let go of his hand. "Charlie River, please tell , is Thomas really injured?"
"Yes," he replied.
Thomas Shannon was injured?
Deep concern filled Alia Shaw’s eyes. "Is it serious? Doesn’t he have bodyguards? How did he get hurt?"
One question after another bombarded him.
Charlie River rely said evasively, "The Young Master is resting now, Miss Shaw. It’s not a good ti to disturb him."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Alia Shaw watched Charlie River’s retreating figure. What did he an, it wasn’t a good ti for *her* to disturb him?
Could it be... that maniac was in the dical office?
It had to be because that maniac was there that Charlie River had said that to her.
Heh, how ridiculous.
Had that maniac really beco the mistress of the house?
Why, just because that maniac was there, was she, Alia Shaw, not allowed to go?
Alia Shaw strode forward, quickly catching up with Charlie River, and followed him all the way to the dical office.
Charlie River looked at her, his expression impassive and his tone serious. "Miss Shaw, I believe I made it quite clear to you just now that the Young Master cannot be disturbed at this ti."
"Thomas is injured! I won’t be at ease until I see him. Just let take one look. I won’t disturb him!"
Charlie River appeared to be in a difficult position.
Alia Shaw clasped her hands together, pleading, "Please, Charlie River. You said yourself that Thomas is resting. I just want to see him for a mont—just one look. I promise I won’t disturb his rest."
After so consideration, Charlie River reluctantly nodded. "Alright, Miss Shaw. Please don’t say anything. Just a quick look."
"Thank you, Charlie River!" A wide, sincere smile blood at the corners of Alia Shaw’s lips.
Charlie River led her to the room where Thomas Shannon was. In the corridor, a man in black stood guard, his face impassive. Charlie River raised a hand to signal him.
The man in black stepped back a few paces, and Charlie River cautiously pushed the door open.
He waved a hand, beckoning her to approach quietly.
Alia Shaw moved to Charlie River’s side, poked her head into the room, and the mont she glanced inside, her pupils contracted sharply.
What kind of scene was this?
Thomas Shannon and that maniac were nestled together, sleeping peacefully in each other’s arms. The atmosphere was harmonious and beautiful.
The disfigured half of the maniac’s face was pillowed on Thomas Shannon’s arm. The exposed other half, fair and flawless, was exquisitely beautiful and smooth. It was hard to tear one’s eyes away.
Vaguely, beneath the quilt, one could see the layers of gauze wrapped around Thomas Shannon, already stained crimson with blood.
Charlie River closed the door and led Alia Shaw out of the dical office.
"Miss Shaw, you’ve seen the Young Master. Please leave now."
Alia Shaw left the dical office, dazed and distraught. Thomas Shannon, oh Thomas Shannon, what kind of love potion did that maniac feed you that makes you dote on such an ugly woman so much!
In what way was she, Alia Shaw, inferior to that hideous woman?
「Inside the room」
The door had just closed, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor was gradually fading away. Sophie Sullivan opened her eyes. She raised her hand and poked Thomas Shannon’s handso face with her index finger. "Why did you let Alia Shaw co over?"
Thomas Shannon’s eyes remained closed, as if he were asleep.
Sophie glanced at his wound, pondered for a mont, then decided to let it be.
If he didn’t want to talk about it, fine.
It was just... when would George Stanford be found?
Hopefully, George Stanford was safe and sound...
If anything happened to George Stanford, it would undoubtedly be because she had implicated him.
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