"Yes." Sophie Sullivan averted her gaze and followed him.
As they entered the dical room, it was filled with people in white lab coats and nurses. Seeing the woman in a white lab coat, Sophie subconsciously retreated, a psychological fear gripping her. The shadow of the sedative seed to follow her everywhere.
Sophie was held by two nurses, one on each side, and a doctor approached her, "I will perform the examination for you now."
An examination? What kind of examination?
Before Sophie could ask, the doctor firmly held her head in place. As the series of examinations progressed, Sophie ca to understand that Thomas Shannon wanted to help cure her vocal cords.
When she had first woken up, her voice was hoarse, and every word she spoke caused a dull ache in her throat. As ti passed, her throat gradually improved, but the improvent was only minimal. Speaking now was not as painful and strained as it had been when she first awoke.
Thomas Shannon sat to one side while Charlie River brought Harry, who had been adventuring in the castle, to him, personally handing the cat over. Upon seeing his master, Harry cowered. His furry little head affectionately rubbed against Thomas Shannon’s palm, owing incessantly.
Using professional dical equipnt, the doctor perford a thorough examination on Sophie. Afterward, he approached Thomas Shannon, his expression grave. "Young Master, the examination is complete."
Thomas Shannon, who was still playing with Harry, lazily replied, "Tell ."
"Her vocal cords have been burned and damaged. It will be quite difficult to fully heal them."
Thomas Shannon raised his head, his sharp eyes thoughtfully looking at Sophie. Burned?
"Yes. The initial assessnt is that she was fed sothing caustic, causing her vocal cords to be burned and damaged."
There were too many mysteries surrounding her. But those mysteries were not his primary concern.
Furrowing his brows deeply, Thomas Shannon asked in a low voice, "Can they be healed?"
The doctor dared not make any promises and cautiously replied, "They can be healed, but the recovery period will be quite long. Treatnt is a slow process, and I’m not sure if you can wait that long, Young Master..."
Whether or not he could wait depended on whether she still planned to escape.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand and gestured, dismissing the doctor to the side.
The nurses released Sophie, and she approached him. "Young Master."
"Hmm?"
"What did the doctor just tell you?"
"You want to know?"
Sophie pursed her lips. "Yes."
She wanted to know if there was any chance of her vocal cords recovering. After all, even she couldn’t bear this coarse, hoarse voice.
"Maniac, there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Understand?"
If she wanted to know, she would have to pay a price. Sophie understood the heavy implication in his words; she knew what he wanted.
A businessman values profit and doesn’t make losing deals. What he wanted was, undoubtedly, her...
Sophie made a bold move. She took Harry from Thomas Shannon’s embrace and placed the cat into Charlie River’s arms. Closing her eyes, she stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his beautifully sculpted chin.
Everyone present, quick to read the room, lowered their heads.
A low laugh rumbled from Thomas Shannon’s throat; he was very pleased with her initiative.
The soft kiss was fleeting. Sophie pulled back, looked into the depths of his eyes, and said, "I need to know."
From rely wanting to know, it had beco a demand. Her tone carried a barely perceptible hint of a command.
"The doctor said your vocal cords were damaged by burns, and healing them will be very difficult."
Damaged by burns?
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