"Thomas Shannon, if you can really hear , wake up. Don’t think that by doing this, I will forgive you. Let tell you, it’s impossible."
He did this on purpose, trying to play the sympathy card to gain her pity.
But she wouldn’t fall for it. Nor would she forgive him because of it. She would still be angry.
"OW." Harry let out a weak cry, rubbing its furry little head against her hand.
Petting its fur, Sophie Sullivan said to Thomas Shannon, "If you just keep being unconscious, it might not be a bad thing for , actually."
As she spoke, Sophie Sullivan nodded to herself, "At least, without having to do anything, a big problem would be solved."
Thomas Shannon, with his eyes closed, was furious. Several tis he wanted to sit up and confront her about whether she even had a conscience! She wouldn’t forgive him? A big problem solved? Did she see him as the embodint of trouble in her eyes?
Thomas Shannon was furious but could only continue his feigned slumber quietly. He had no other choice.
He forced himself to be calm and restrained. Now was not the ti for impulsive actions.
Sophie Sullivan sat for a while, looking at Thomas Shannon, not knowing what else to say, until her mobile phone rang.
She picked up the mobile phone with one hand while holding Harry with the other, "Lucifer?"
"Dear, how are you doing?"
"I’m fine, don’t worry. Thomas Shannon shouldn’t wake up." As she spoke, Sophie Sullivan glanced at Thomas Shannon. Still not awake?
Lucifer’s gentle and tender voice, laced with threads of affection, asked, "Cecilia Branford, are you sure Thomas Shannon is really unconscious?"
"Hm?"
"Why not try to see if he is truly unconscious?"
Sophie Sullivan narrowed her eyes. Did Lucifer suspect the sa thing as her?
"Dear, how do I test it?"
Her endearnt successfully healed the jealous Lucifer.
Since she lost her mory, she had never called him ’dear’ ever again.
Although he had complaints inside his heart, he understood her special situation with her mory loss. Upon hearing her casually call him ’dear’, his heart blood with happiness.
His eyes almost overflowed with joy.
"At this ti, Gaby must be hungry. When Gaby is hungry, his temper is a bit bad. Perhaps, if you let Gaby try it, the result may be more ideal."
From Lucifer’s words, Sophie Sullivan could sense his malicious intent. She clicked her tongue, "Dear, you have learned to be naughty."
"So, are you willing to do it, Cecilia Branford?"
"Of course!" Sophie Sullivan smiled with narrowed eyes, "Wait for my good news."
After hanging up the telephone, Sophie Sullivan put Harry down, "Harry, be well-behaved and wait here. I’ll go downstairs for a mont."
「Downstairs」
Gaby had already thrown the main hall into chaos.
Wherever he went, the servants and maids were terrified and scread.
Gaby was addicted to this, constantly lunging at the maids. However, he would stop at the last second before reaching them.
Repeatedly, he made the maids cry and scream, their courage thoroughly broken.
As soon as Sophie Sullivan went downstairs, she heard the maids’ screams, and the main hall was in a ss.
Gaby was still gleefully playing with the scared maids, and Sophie Sullivan held her head in annoyance, "Gaby!"
Hearing his master’s voice, Gaby imdiately stopped, turned his head to look at Sophie Sullivan, and howled once before rushing toward her.
Just before Gaby pounced on her, Sophie Sullivan reached out her hand and touched his head.
Gaby instantly beca as docile as a well-behaved cat, stopping in front of her and standing still.
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