The components of the dicine Old Mr. Stanford was injected with still haven’t been identified. Its effects were extrely potent. Otherwise, he wouldn’t still be in critical condition after so many days.
Sophie Sullivan knew this all too well.
At that ti, Minimus Hart had used the sa trick on her.
The difference was, she had gone mad, while Old Mr. Stanford was in mortal danger.
Minimus Hart was malicious. If Sophie didn’t force her to comply, Old Mr. Stanford would be in danger.
The more ti dragged on, the more of his life was consud...
Sophie Sullivan’s guilt towards George Stanford deepened.
His wounds from when Frank Mitchell kidnapped him last ti hadn’t even healed, and now he was being targeted by Minimus Hart.
It was truly a great misfortune for Old Mr. Stanford to have t her.
"Old Mr. Stanford, I will heal you!" Sophie Sullivan said to the unconscious George Stanford, her words firm and resounding, like an oath.
After leaving the ICU, she stood before the door of the dical office.
The sunshine was scorching, but standing beneath it, Sophie Sullivan’s heart was indeed shrouded in gloom.
Such beautiful weather. It’s about ti Minimus Hart was let out for a stroll.
Sophie Sullivan returned to the castle and bumped right into Thomas Shannon, who was just about to leave.
"Not watching where you’re going? What are you thinking about?" Thomas Shannon, quick-eyed and deft-handed, caught Sophie Sullivan as she stumbled into his embrace.
Sophie Sullivan belatedly lifted her head, looking at Thomas Shannon’s elegantly curved chin. "Where are you going?"
"What, are you checking up on ?"
Sophie Sullivan raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Can’t I?"
"Heh." Thomas Shannon chuckled softly, lowering his head to plant a light peck on Sophie Sullivan’s soft red lips. "Fennie, you’re being so docile, it’s almost unbelievable."
"Don’t you like this way?"
Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened. If she was just pretending, then there was no need for it. He just didn’t like her acting and fawning in his presence.
"I’m serious. Are you going to let check up on you or not?"
Sophie Sullivan glared at him. "Your eyes are shifty, and you’re not saying anything. Thomas Shannon, I think you’re hiding sothing."
"Hiding what?"
"Are you seeing another woman?"
Thomas Shannon was speechless.
What was the basis for her suspicion? Are all won this unreasonable?
"Speak!" Sophie Sullivan grabbed his shirt collar with one hand, pulling his head down. Her light-colored pupils reflected a tiny image of him.
Thomas Shannon’s lips curved into a smile. "Only you, you heartless woman."
"Say that again."
Thomas Shannon lowered his head and silenced her with a kiss.
After the kiss, Thomas Shannon released Sophie Sullivan. "I’m off to the company. You can amuse yourself."
"Amuse myself however I want?" Sophie Sullivan narrowed her eyes, a cunning glint flashing deep within them.
He was the one who said it... Amuse herself. She was indeed planning to have so real fun!
"Suit yourself."
Knowing her words held a double aning, Thomas Shannon was happy to indulge her.
"Then I’ll have to play a very interesting ga."
Sophie Sullivan waved her tiny hands. "Go on then, co back early. Be ho for dinner with tonight."
Thomas Shannon nodded, turned, and left.
Sophie Sullivan turned and stepped back into the castle. She sat down on the sofa. Now, how should I play this ga to make it more interesting?
"OW~"
Harry returned from who-knows-where, his ow preceding his appearance.
In a while, Harry’s chubby and round body ca dashing back from outside.
He dashed straight toward Sophie Sullivan and, with a flying leap, landed on her lap.
Harry, with bits of dry grass clinging to his fur, looked adorably silly.
"Harry, where have you been?"
Harry rubbed his furry little head against her hand, wanting to be petted.
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