"Your Highness, Gaby’s recovery is going very well. Her bones have pretty much healed. She should be able to try small movents with her hind limbs in a few days," the veterinarian continued. "For Gaby to fully recover, it will take at least a month."
A month?
Lucifer chuckled, lovingly petting Gaby’s big head. "Did you hear that, Gaby? In one month, you will be able to see Cecilia Branford."
On hearing her master’s na, Gaby knocked Lucifer to the ground in her excitent and enthusiastically licked and rubbed her face against his, regardless of whether he was willing or not.
"Okay Gaby..."
"Gaby, behave."
"God, you are really sothing..."
Feeling helpless, Lucifer held Gaby and strenuously pushed her big head away, patting her twice affectionately. "Okay, let’s play sothing else."
「Country A.」
Lucifer told Sophie Sullivan that Cecilia Branford of Onassis Old Castle had woken up.
Upon hearing this news, Sophie couldn’t snap out of it for a long ti.
Ridiculous. This is utterly ridiculous!
She was still here, yet the person who was impersonating her was eager to wake up.
Sophie was so furious she didn’t know what to do. Every ti she thought about everything of hers being taken over by soone else, she found her anger uncontrollably escalating.
"Maniac, the Young Master wants you to prepare. There’s a banquet tonight."
"I don’t have ti!" Sophie got up and went upstairs back to her bedroom.
She didn’t feel like attending any banquet. Upon returning to her bedroom, she threw herself onto the bed.
She gripped her own hair. Sophie, can’t you show so spirit! Why can’t I rember... why?!
She tore at her hair, the pain numbing her scalp, until she finally stopped.
She tightly gripped the silk quilt and squeezed her eyes shut. She had to calm down!
Getting angry now wouldn’t help matters. Her face had yet to heal. Her mory had yet to return.
If she rashly returned to Country F now, she might put herself in danger.
She had waited until now; she could afford to wait a bit longer.
Those who hurt her, those who stole her identity, they would all eventually kneel before her, begging for her forgiveness.
Sophie took a deep breath, trying her best to calm herself down.
She got up, went into the restroom to wash her face, and then headed to the dical office.
Sophie had developed a new hobby: arguing with Old Mr. Stanford.
Old Mr. Stanford spoke harshly, but he was not a bad guy.
These days, he had been making good progress and had started walking again.
"Old Mr. Stanford, taking a stroll?"
Just as Sophie arrived at the dical office, she saw George Stanford, under the nurse’s assistance, slowly walking around.
Seeing her, George Stanford laughed and waved his hand. "Fiona, co over here."
Sophie’s face darkened, and she went over. George Stanford, in a mysterious tone, said, "I found a girl who’s as unfortunate as you. Her face is also ruined."
Sophie narrowed her eyes. "You an the one who stays in the dical office?"
"You know her?" George Stanford expressed surprise before nodding. "Indeed, unfortunate girls tend to know each other."
"I am the one who ruined her face," Sophie calmly inford him.
George Stanford: "..."
He looked shocked!
"She’s a bad person. And your brush with death this ti? She is to bla for that too."
George Stanford looked utterly shocked. "What?!"
"So don’t think about helping her. I won’t allow it!"
Just as Sophie finished speaking, Thomas Shannon’s voice could be heard from behind her, "What are you not allowing?"
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