Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 725 - 728: How Did You Get Here?

She raised her hand, wanting to touch her face but hesitating, the pain causing a vulnerable film of tears to well in her eyes.

"Cecilia Branford, don’t move."

Lucifer held her chin, lowered his head, and confidently examined her wound.

After a while, Lucifer let out a sigh of relief. "It’s fine, the scab hasn’t been rubbed off."

"That’s good." Sophie Sullivan also breathed a sigh of relief. If the scab had been rubbed off, it would have left a scar.

"Didn’t Dr. Stanford give you any dicine?"

Sophie Sullivan shook her head. "No."

Knowing how precious her face was to her, Lucifer called a doctor to examine her, just to be safe.

The doctor examined her carefully, then shook his head. "Your Highness, the dicine used on Miss Cecilia Branford’s facial wound is different from those available on the market."

Sophie Sullivan recalled George Stanford’s words. "The dicine applied to the wounds on my face is specially formulated."

"That’s right." The doctor nodded. "Miss Cecilia Branford, we dare not prescribe any dication for you before we understand the constituents of this dicine. We hope you understand."

"It’s okay, as long as the wound is fine."

Lucifer stood by, his tall figure emanating an innate elegance and oppressiveness. "It won’t affect the wound’s recovery, will it?"

"Your Highness, it’s still in the scabbing stage, so we can’t say for certain. We can only wait until the scab falls off to see the extent of the recovery."

Lucifer’s handso brow furrowed tightly. He waved his hand, not wishing to hear any more.

The doctor bowed, retreated two steps, then turned and left.

Gaby lay on the sofa, occupying more than half of it. Sophie Sullivan held its head and sighed softly, "It’s my fault... I left in such a hurry that I didn’t ask Old Mr. Stanford for the dicine."

"Don’t worry."

Lucifer comforted her gently, "I’ll have Derek Clark find a way to get the dicine from Dr. Stanford."

「Deep at night.」

The black Lincoln Fleet, like an enraged dragon in the dark night, sped brazenly into the manor.

The fleet stopped in front of the fountain. Charlie River got out first and opened the rear passenger door.

The handso and noble man stepped out of the car, his expression cold, exuding an unapproachable aura.

"Welco ho, Young Master."

The butler, having received the news early in the morning, led the servants and maids. They stood in formation, bowing to welco Thomas Shannon’s return.

At the head of the maids, he saw a familiar face.

Raina Bell shuddered and lowered her head even further. "Young Master..."

Thomas Shannon paused, his eyes turning icy and sharp as if piercing her. "What are you doing here?"

Raina Bell’s voice trembled uncontrollably. "Young Master, wasn’t it you... who let out?"

She had been locked in the dark cell. Wasn’t it he who had allowed her out?

Thomas Shannon sneered, then turned his head to Charlie River. "I don’t want to see her. Charlie, you handle it."

"Yes, Young Master." Charlie River waved his hand. Two n in black stepped forward, grabbed Raina Bell by each arm, and dragged her away.

Raina Bell, already covered in injuries, was dragged away so roughly that she moaned incessantly in pain. Through tear-filled eyes, she scread, "Young Master, I’ve done nothing wrong! Please, don’t punish !"

Thomas Shannon looked at the butler with cold eyes. "Who allowed her to be here?"

"Young Master, you released her from the dark cell. I thought... I thought you had already forgiven her and allowed her to resu her original post."

"A fine assumption you made!"

Furious, Thomas Shannon kicked out violently, his strike rciless and cruel.

The butler was sent flying, landing hard on the ground. He clutched his abdon, his body curling up in pain.