"Don’t overthink it; let your brain rest," the doctor said, prescribing so dicine with a simple instruction.
The nurse handed Alia Shaw the prescribed dicine and led her out. Alia Shaw took the dicine but didn’t hurry to leave. Her pace gradually slowed, a detail the nurse walking ahead failed to notice. Alia Shaw watched the nurse, and seizing an opportunity, she slipped into a room in the lounge area.
Inside, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t sleep. She lay staring at the ceiling, wondering how she would endure the next two weeks with her head bandaged up like a pig’s.
A faint sound broke the silence as the room door was pushed open. Who could be coming in at this hour? Sophie wondered.
When her gaze fell upon Alia Shaw’s deathly pale, ghost-like face, Sophie Sullivan tensed up, staring at her guardedly. "How did you get in?"
Alia Shaw stared blankly at Sophie Sullivan, her eyes swirling with a multitude of emotions.
Sophie Sullivan pushed herself into a sitting position. The effects of the painkiller injection were already starting to wear off. A dull ache began to throb on her face again.
She frowned, her eyes fixed on Alia Shaw. Her showing up now definitely isn’t a good sign!
For the sake of her face, she had to be on guard!
Alia Shaw let out two cold laughs, her voice like a phantom’s whisper, echoing chillingly through the room. Step by step, she approached the bed, finally reaching the bedside. She extended her hand, intending to touch Sophie Sullivan’s face.
Before her hand could make contact, Sophie Sullivan scrambled off the bed. A bed now separated them, and they faced each other with open hostility.
"Alia Shaw, I’m warning you. Leave now, and I’ll pretend nothing happened," Sophie Sullivan said coldly. "Otherwise, don’t bla for what cos next!"
"Maniac, I just ca to see you out of kindness. Why are you so tense?" Alia Shaw also began to laugh, a sound so strange and laced with a hint of malice that it made one’s skin crawl.
At this very mont, the nurse finally realized Alia Shaw was missing. All available nurses were imdiately dispatched to find her. Anxious, hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor as a nurse arrived at the doorway and knocked.
"Maniac, may I co in?"
Sophie Sullivan’s lips curved into a smile. "Co in."
The nurse pushed the door open and, sure enough, saw Alia Shaw, who had disappeared. The nurse let out a huge sigh of relief, but then tensed up even more. Alia Shaw and the maniac... those two together...
The palpable tension between the two won compelled the nurse to move closer to Sophie Sullivan. "Maniac, are you alright?" she asked cautiously.
Sophie Sullivan glanced at Alia Shaw. Alia Shaw chuckled lightly. "Look at you, so scared. I just suddenly rembered the maniac had surgery today, so I thought I’d drop by to see her. What’s everyone so nervous about?"
The nurse looked flustered. "Miss Shaw," she urged, "Young Master Thomas Shannon gave explicit orders: no one is to disturb the maniac without permission. Please leave quickly. Otherwise, if the Young Master finds out and gets angry, there’s nothing we can do to..."
Thomas Shannon again.
It was always Thomas Shannon!
Alia Shaw was truly fed up!
When would Thomas Shannon ever show her even half the affection, half the concern, he lavished on that maniac?
Knowing he doted exclusively on that maniac, didn’t he realize it made people want to erase her from the face of the earth forever!
A faint, seemingly harmless smile touched Alia Shaw’s lips. She clutched her dicine and turned to leave the room. At the doorway, she paused, glanced back slightly, and said to Sophie Sullivan, "Maniac, I wish you a speedy recovery."
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