"Everything is fine."
Sophie Sullivan stared at the ocean, watching the orange sunset gradually sink below the horizon.
Lucifer chuckled. "Then I’m relieved."
"Lucifer."
Sophie Sullivan called out softly to him. Lucifer’s smile paused. "Hmm?"
"Do you have any photos of my Daddy and Mommy?"
"..."
"I want to see them..."
"Cecilia Branford, are you sure you want to see them? She still hasn’t regained her mory. Even if she looks at the photos, she might not be able to rember. Besides, it will only add to her sorrow."
"Lucifer, I want to see them," Sophie insisted.
"Alright, I’ll send them to you later."
After hanging up the phone, Lucifer asked Leo to copy several photos from the computer and then sent them to Sophie Sullivan.
As the sky darkened, Sophie Sullivan clutched her mobile phone tightly, gazing at the photo Lucifer had sent her, her heart in turmoil for a long ti.
The background of the photo was a vibrant flower sea. A middle-aged couple was seated on white diamond benches; Sophie stood behind them, her arms affectionately draped over their shoulders.
In the photo, the middle-aged woman, like Sophie herself, had long black hair and a stunningly beautiful face, gorgeous clark beyond description.
The man had brown hair, a dignified bearing, and extraordinary handsoness. His noble aura was undeniable, and his light-colored eyes were particularly deep and enchanting.
Looking at herself in the photo, Sophie caressed the image of her face. Her beauty was almost all inherited from her Mommy. If she hadn’t been disfigured... she should be this radiant right now.
Sophie stared blankly at the photo, a pang in her nose. She had lost all her mories. She had even forgotten her own Daddy and Mommy.
Yet, as she looked at these two unfamiliar faces, a sense of familiarity welled up from the depths of her heart. She couldn’t control herself as overwhelming waves of sadness crashed over her.
Her body gradually sank as she squatted, burying her face in her arms and sobbing brokenly...
The servants stood at a distance, not daring to approach or disturb her.
The butler borrowed a mobile phone from a servant and quietly called Lucifer. "Your Highness, Miss Cecilia Branford is crying..."
"I know." Lucifer’s voice was calm. He knew she would cry from the mont she asked for the photos. Outsiders called Cecilia Branford arrogant and willful, but only he knew she was actually a crybaby. During the period after her Daddy and Mommy died in a plane crash, she cried day and night, nearly crying her beautiful eyes blind.
Lucifer sighed, his heart aching for her. "Don’t disturb her. Let her be alone for a while."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Overwheld by uncontrollable emotions and extre grief, Sophie fainted.
...
「Country A, Imperial City.」
In the dical office, George Stanford hadn’t seen Sophie Sullivan for a few days.
He hadn’t seen that arrogant wildcat Harry either, and George Stanford’s life had grown dull.
"Dr. Standford, it’s ti for lunch." The nurse brought his lunch, adjusted the small tray table over the bed, and placed the al on it.
George Stanford struggled to sit up. The nurse placed a pillow behind his waist, and he smacked his lips in frustration. "Why hasn’t Fiona co?"
"Dr. Standford, are you talking about the maniac?"
"Yes, her."
The nurse glanced around. After confirming no one else was present, she whispered, "Dr. Standford, I also heard this from soone else... The maniac has already run away, and the Young Master is furious. That’s why no one dares to ntion the maniac now..."
"Run away?!" George Stanford exclaid in shock. "How could Fiona just run away?"
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