As long as George Stanford is there, Sophie Sullivan will co back on her own.
Having already gone through security and boarded the plane, Sophie Sullivan grew anxious when Thomas Shannon didn’t appear. "Lucifer, send soone to see what’s going on with Thomas Shannon."
Lucifer crossed his arms, his expression cold, clearly conveying ’I won’t.’
"Lucifer." Sophie pushed him lightly.
Lucifer remained unmoved and snorted.
"Fine, I’ll go myself." Sophie stood up, about to leave, but Lucifer grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
"I’ll have soone go look."
Cecilia Branford always knew how to make him compromise!
Lucifer called Leo over and asked him to see what was going on. Could that fellow, Thomas Shannon, be too ashad to face , his life-saving benefactor?
Leo disembarked from the plane. After a good while, he returned.
"Master, Thomas Shannon has already left."
"What?" Sophie exclaid in surprise before Lucifer could even speak.
He already left?
Thomas Shannon actually left without a word?
Her shock was brief; she quickly cald down. "If he’s gone, he’s gone. We’ll just go back by ourselves."
"Miss Cecilia Branford, Thomas Shannon’s n also took George Stanford with them..."
Sophie was speechless.
Damn you, Thomas Shannon!
I knew he wouldn’t just leave quietly like that.
What on earth is he planning by taking Old Mr. Stanford?
"Cecilia..." Seeing Sophie on the verge of exploding, Lucifer gently patted her head to comfort her. "Don’t be angry. It’s just Old Mr. Stanford, isn’t it? We have plenty of famous doctors in Country F. I’ll have them treat your face; I promise."
Famous doctors from Country F?
Sophie shook her head. No. Old Mr. Stanford is already an internationally renowned, palace-level facial restoration master. I don’t believe anyone is more skilled than him. Moreover, he has already perford one surgery on , so he has a deep understanding of my condition and has devised the most suitable surgical plan. Changing doctors at this point would undoubtedly be a gamble. I can’t take chances with my face.
Seeing her silence, Lucifer sighed. "Alright, we’ll get George Stanford back."
「Country A.」
The black Lincoln Fleet drove arrogantly toward the manor.
George Stanford received basic dical treatnt on the plane. Upon returning to the manor, he was imdiately sent to the dical office.
The doctors had already been notified and were standing by, fully prepared.
As soon as George Stanford was brought to the dical office, he was wheeled into the operating room.
Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow, lit a cigarette, and took two deep puffs before turning to leave.
"Young Master..."
Raina Bell, her head still wrapped in gauze, appeared in the dical office.
She wore loose patient clothes and seed to be returning from a walk, not expecting to encounter him.
Thomas Shannon frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Raina Bell lowered her head, her voice soft and trembling slightly. "The doctor said I have a slight concussion and need to be observed for a few days... So, I’ve been staying in the dical office."
The gauze wrapped layer upon layer around her head made her injury look quite severe.
Raina Bell bit her lower lip. Mustering her courage, she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes shimring with unshed tears, her expression one that would stir compassion. "Young Master, why are you in the dical office? Are you ill?"
As she spoke, her gaze unconsciously swept over him.
Only when she saw he had no injuries did she let out a sigh of relief.
"I’m fine." Thomas Shannon’s voice was cold and deep. After a mont, he added, "Focus on your recovery."
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