Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 375 - 377: Ruined, Ruined

However, she didn’t consider these minor injuries a big deal; her primary concern was her face.

Alia Shaw was dead. Although Sophie wouldn’t celebrate with joy, she wasn’t saddened by her death either. The death of the woman who had repeatedly tried to take her life ant one less enemy to worry about.

After she had breakfast, Old Mr. Standford ca to see her.

Seeing George Stanford, Sophie Sullivan cheerfully greeted him, "Old Mr. Standford, long ti no see."

With anger written all over his face, George Stanford pointed at the tip of her nose and began to scold her, "Fiona, Fiona, do you even want your face anymore? If you don’t, say so in advance! Don’t tarnish my reputation!"

Sophie Sullivan covered Dope’s ears, chanting, "I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you!"

George Stanford was speechless. After a few deep breaths, he grumbled, "Co here, let check your wounds."

Only then did Sophie notice he had brought a dical box. Obediently, she seated herself on the sofa.

George Stanford carefully unwrapped the gauze. Seeing the condition of her wounds, his brows knitted in concern, and he sighed repeatedly.

"Old Mr. Standford, why are you sighing?"

"Ruined, it’s all ruined..."

Her heart sank, and her smile instantly vanished. "Old Mr. Standford, don’t scare !"

Hadn’t Thomas Shannon said her face had already been treated and would be fine?

George Stanford grumbled, ignoring her. He reapplied her dicine and bandaged her up. "You’re really destroying my reputation," he muttered.

Sophie started to panic. "Old Mr. Standford, can you please explain clearly? What’s ruined? My face?"

"My reputation has been ruined by you!" Old Mr. Standford glared at her, his anger evident.

Sophie pursed her lips and asked her most pressing concern, "Then what about my face?"

George Stanford glared at her, then packed up the dical box and started to leave. "It won’t be ruined," he said.

TSK. Sophie finally let out a breath of relief.

His mysterious way of speaking had terrified her.

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「The brilliantly lit Zane Family’s Mansion.」

Fluffy Zane sat by the swimming pool, the reflections from the shimring water dancing on her face. Her legs dangled in the pool, swaying idly as she gazed thoughtfully at sothing in the distance.

Mrs. Zane finally found her by the pool after a long search. Seeing her daughter lost in thought, Mrs. Zane sighed slightly, "Fluffy, why are you sitting here alone?"

Fluffy Zane turned her head and looked at Mrs. Zane. "Mother..."

"What’s wrong? Why are you sitting here all on your own, lost in thought?"

Fluffy Zane lowered her head, her downcast lashes concealing the emotions in her eyes. She gently shook her head. "Nothing, I’m just thinking about so things."

"I heard Uncle Jones say that Jim Jones is back. Do you want to go see him?"

Jim Jones was falsely accused and imprisoned for a few days. No one knew who was trying to suppress him, and the Jones family had spent several days rescuing him. Mrs. Jones ntioned that his injuries looked dreadful.

"Jim Jones is back?" Fluffy Zane abruptly lifted her head, looking at Mrs. Zane in disbelief.

Mrs. Zane lovingly patted her head. "I wonder who Jim Jones offended. He suffered a lot this ti because of the false accusation."

Fluffy Zane knew full well who Jim Jones had offended, but she dared not say. Lifting her legs out of the pool water, she swiftly stood up. "Mother, I’m going to the Jones family to see him."

Her daughter had finally co to her senses and stopped focusing on William Guillen. Mrs. Zane felt genuinely happy.