Every pore on her body seed to open in comfort, a pleasant sensation of complete relaxation washing over her.
On the wooden tray floating on the water’s surface, there was a pot of plum wine.
Lucifer poured Sophie a glass. "Cecilia, let’s toast to our reunion. Cheers."
Sophie picked up the wine glass, took a sip, then set it down.
She leaned against the wall of the hot spring bath. "When I woke up, I was in an asylum. I was tied to a small bed, less than a ter wide. There was a woman in a white lab coat who would co and inject with a sedative every day. I knew I wasn’t crazy. I was different from the madn who scread and raved day in and day out. I fought back. I tried to escape. But it was all to no avail."
Lucifer’s eyes filled with heartache. He couldn’t imagine how much pain she must have endured during the year he hadn’t been by her side.
"That life continued for a long ti, until one night, I finally had a chance to escape... but not far from the asylum, I ran into Thomas Shannon. He then forcibly took back to the manor."
Lucifer didn’t want to hear Thomas Shannon’s na from her lips, yet he couldn’t suppress his curiosity. "Did Thomas Shannon help you?"
Sophie’s expression darkened. Did Thomas Shannon help ?
At first, no.To be precise, Thomas Shannon tornted .
His initial reason for taking back to the manor wasn’t innocent. Sophie couldn’t bear to recall the humiliation she had suffered during that initial period at the manor.
It was true that Thomas Shannon had helped cure her damaged voice, and he was also trying to heal her face. But what he had done to her before could not be erased.
"His original intention in taking back to the manor wasn’t to help ... Only after he discovered certain other things did he begin to help."
"Was your face also disfigured in the asylum?" Lucifer’s eyes filled with anguish. Everyone in Country F spoke of Miss Cecilia Branford with pride, especially her stunningly beautiful face.
People said it was God’s most beloved face, a face often called angelic.
And this unparalleled, angelic face had appeared in their Country F. Miss Cecilia Branford was the pride of their nation.
She truly deserved the title of Number One Beauty in Country F.
But now... Her face had been so cruelly disfigured.
Lucifer felt a surge of blood in his chest, overco with the urge to find that depraved monster and tear them limb from limb!
"No." Sophie shook her head faintly. "My face wasn’t disfigured in the asylum. When I woke up, my face... was already like this."
She turned to Lucifer, a slight smile playing on her lips. "It’s not just my face. The voice you hear now is also the original sound, restored only after surgery to repair my vocal cords."
A dangerous glint flashed in Lucifer’s eyes. His slender fingers, resting on his knee, suddenly clenched into a tight fist. "Your voice was destroyed too?"
"Yes." Sophie nodded, her tone surprisingly light, as if those agonizing experiences had never occurred.
Lucifer reached out, his long arm pulling Sophie into his embrace. He trembled slightly, holding her tight as he murmured in a low voice thick with guilt, "I’m so sorry, Cecilia. I didn’t find you in ti. You’ve suffered so much."
Sophie had already co to terms with it. After all, her vocal cords were repaired, and there was still hope for her face to recover.
"When I left, you promised you’d wait for my return."
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