Minimus Hart’s face was ashen with pain. She managed to stand up with the help of a maid. Catching her breath, she gasped, "Take to the dical office!"
"Yes..." The maid, finally snapping out of her terrified stupor, prepared to take her to the dical office to stop the bleeding.
That maniac’s cut was vicious!
A long gash, raw and bleeding, now marred half of Minimus Hart’s face.
The wound was so deep one dared not look at it for long, as it would leave a ntal scar.
When Minimus Hart arrived at the dical office, the doctor took one look at her face, shook his head, and sighed, "Your face... it’s ruined."
Minimus Hart didn’t say a word. Throughout the application of the dicine, she rely frowned tightly, not crying out in pain. She swallowed all the pain. She would engrave this pain in her heart and repay Sophie Sullivan twofold in the future.
After her wound was treated at the dical office, Minimus Hart was escorted back to the backyard by the maid.
Sophie Sullivan wants to restore her looks? Not so fast! With new grudges piled on old hatred, Minimus Hart would make it even more impossible for her to recover her appearance easily.
「Country J.」
Frank Mitchell began his great escape.
The n sent by Thomas Shannon were relentless, pursuing him to the death.
Frank Mitchell was filled with regret. He hadn’t taken Sophie Sullivan last ti; missing that opportunity was a regret that tornted him to this day.
Only after hiding in George Field’s territory did he finally feel safe.
"Mister, I’ve co to change your dressing."
A subordinate knocked on the door and entered.
Frank Mitchell sat on the sofa, his legs casually resting on the tea table, his eyes staring nacingly at a certain point.
"Mister..."
Frank Mitchell snapped back to reality and nodded. "Change the dressing."
The subordinate slowly unwrapped the gauze around his arm. He had been injured accidentally during the pursuit by Thomas Shannon’s n.
Fortunately, George Field’s n had appeared in ti to save him. Prompt treatnt had saved his arm from being ruined.
"Mister, this may hurt a bit. Please bear with it."
Frank Mitchell waved his hand dismissively; such pain was nothing to him.
After the dressing was changed and the gauze rewrapped, the subordinate stood nearby and reminded him, "Mister, tomorrow is Madam’s morial day..."
"I know." A murderous glint flashed in Frank Mitchell’s eyes, his profound hatred seething and ready to erupt.
Thomas Shannon! He would definitely kill him with his own hands!
「The next day.」
Under his subordinates’ protection, Frank Mitchell secretly visited the cetery.
He placed fresh flowers before his mother’s tombstone, then crouched down. Looking at her gentle and kind face on the headstone, he clenched his teeth. "Mum, don’t worry. I’ll avenge you. I’ll make him pay a terrible price..."
He remained at the cetery for the entire day.
It wasn’t until darkness fell that Frank Mitchell kowtowed three tis before the tombstone, then rose and departed.
Sophie Sullivan... he was determined to find out just what Thomas Shannon’s woman’s identity truly was. Since she dared to play him, then he would ’engage’ with her properly!
「Country A, Imperial City.」
Thomas Shannon held her, waking just as the sky began to brighten.
His hand gently stroked her fair, smooth back; her skin, like snow, was truly irresistible to him.
It was as smooth as silk, whiter than snow, utterly flawless.
Sophie Sullivan humd softly, her long legs under the silk quilt audaciously draped over his. Thomas Shannon chuckled. "Still restless even in your sleep."
Charlie River stood outside the door and knocked. "Young Master."
Thomas Shannon looked down at Sophie Sullivan in his embrace. She was sleeping soundly, completely unaffected.
He released her, gently moved her legs, then rose and left.
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