Thomas Shannon growled, furious. "Then what do you want to do?"
He couldn’t just stand by indifferently while a tiger monopolized all her attention!
If it weren’t for the fact that Sophie Sullivan was Gaby’s master, he would have shot it dead long ago.
Sophie Sullivan had breakfast with Gaby. Thomas Shannon only ca downstairs afterward.
For so reason, Sophie Sullivan couldn’t shake the suspicion that he was faking his injury. Even though she had seen his wound with her own eyes, doubt still lingered in her heart.
Soone severely injured and just awakened from a coma could move freely after only one night. His face was rosy, his breathing steady. Apart from the blood faintly seeping through the gauze wrapped around his head, he seed no different from a healthy person.
"Fennie, where are you going?"
Thomas Shannon stood on the staircase. His handso face was like that of a sacred and inviolable divine deity, untainted by worldly impurities.
His deep eyes locked onto her intently. Sophie Sullivan felt a headache. It was as if Thomas Shannon had changed into another person. He’d beco... clingier.
"I’m going to see Old Mr. Standford."
"I’ll go with you."
"No need." Sophie Sullivan imdiately refused. "I need to discuss sothing with him; it’s not convenient for you to listen."
Thomas Shannon: ...
Could he really not compare to a re George Stanford?!
Sophie Sullivan had returned this ti with two objectives: one was to get the dicine, and the other was to check on Thomas Shannon.
Since he was fine, she had nothing more to worry about.
「dical office.」
When George Stanford saw Sophie Sullivan coming to see him, he bead. "Fiona, you’re here..."
His gaze fell on Gaby, who followed her in. George Stanford reflexively pulled Sophie Sullivan behind him. "Fiona, why did you bring this big fellow again?"
"Old Mr. Standford, if you keep holding onto , Gaby is going to get angry."
Sophie Sullivan wasn’t just trying to scare George Stanford. Gaby had a strong territorial instinct; no one could take its master. Whoever tried would beco its enemy.
Gaby’s previously leisurely pace quickened, and it stared fiercely at George Stanford, who was hiding behind Sophie Sullivan.
Hearing Sophie Sullivan’s words, George Stanford released her, trembling, and jumped three steps back. "Fiona, you... you shouldn’t co here anymore!"
George Stanford turned his head away and began to usher her out.
Sophie Sullivan suppressed a laugh and soothed Gaby. "Gaby, go play outside by yourself for a while. No biting anyone, understand?"
Gaby rubbed its head against her legs, then reluctantly turned and walked out.
Sophie Sullivan pulled out a chair and sat down. "Old Mr. Standford, where’s my dicine?"
George Stanford patted his chest, catching his breath. He glanced at her. "The blood scab on your face hasn’t fallen off yet. You don’t need to apply dicine."
"Give the dicine first." Sophie Sullivan held out her open palm.
Why is she in such a hurry for the dicine? What is she planning? George Stanford wondered. Could it be... she’s planning to leave again? No, no. He’d already let her go once. If he let her go again this ti, Young Master Shannon wouldn’t be so forgiving.
"Fiona, ah, listen to my advice. Young Master Shannon’s devotion to you is as clear as day, for all to see..."
Sophie Sullivan raised her hand, impatiently cutting him off. "Stop right there, Old Mr. Standford. When did you beco Thomas Shannon’s advocate?"
George Stanford gave her a reproachful look. "I’m just telling the truth..."
"Don’t change the subject. Give the dicine first."
Sophie Sullivan assertively thrust her hand towards him, making a gesture to take the dicine.
George Stanford dawdled, seeing her determined expression.
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