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When Thomas Shannon returned to the manor, Sophie Sullivan had already slept.
He tried to open the bedroom door, but couldn’t twist it open; the door had already been locked from the inside.
He let go of the handle, leaned against the wall, and lit a cigarette.
Charlie River stood to the side, hesitantly asking, "Young Master, do you want to bring you the spare keys?"
Blowing out a smoke ring, Thomas Shannon waved his hand; even if the door was opened, Gaby was still inside.
Leaning against the wall, he smoked a few cigarettes, and the entire corridor was filled with the sll of smoke.
It was getting late, so Thomas Shannon stepped into the guest room next door.
Early the next day, Sophie Sullivan went downstairs to have breakfast.
She didn’t see Thomas Shannon, but saw a doctor carrying a dical box hurriedly following Charlie River upstairs.
They bumped into each other on the staircase, and Charlie River stopped, "Maniac, morning."
"What’s going on?" She glanced at the doctor behind him.
Charlie River said truthfully, "The Young Master is sick, so I asked the doctor to co and check him out."
After speaking, he led the doctor quickly upstairs.
Sophie held onto the armrest, her fingertips tapping on it, sick?
Wasn’t he fine last night when he went out?
How did he get sick?
Gaby was hungry, nudging her with his head, urging her to hurry downstairs.
"Let’s go, Gaby."
Sophie entered the Restaurant and had breakfast. Gaby also had a sumptuous at breakfast.
One person and one tiger left the Restaurant, and Sophie sat down on the sofa in the living room.
She casually picked up a magazine and flipped through it absentmindedly for a while, then looked up towards the direction upstairs. The doctor hadn’t co down yet?
Was Thomas Shannon very seriously ill?
Sophie laughed at herself, if it was serious or not, wouldn’t going up to see be the best way to find out?
Putting down the magazine, she got up and headed upstairs. Gaby, who was lying on the sofa, also jumped down and followed her.
In the guest room, the doctor was giving Thomas Shannon a fluid transfusion and watching over him.
When Sophie pushed open the door and entered, Charlie River’s gaze turned to her, "Maniac, what are you doing here?"
"How is Thomas Shannon?"
"The high fever won’t go away, he’s having an antipyretic dicine transfusion now."
Sophie ca to the bedside and glanced at Thomas Shannon lying on the bed; indeed, his handso face was flushed with fever.
Charlie River motioned for the doctor to leave with him, and the two temporarily left the guest room.
Sophie sat by the bedside, quietly watching Thomas Shannon for a while, then reached out her hand and poked his burning hot handso face with her fingertip.
"Serves you right for burning up like this," she murmured, feeling unsatisfied.
She leaned down and began pinching his face, pulling it into all kinds of strange and ridiculous shapes.
Finally, she laughed at herself.
Gaby lay by the bedside, wanting to join in the fun too.
Sophie turned her head and stopped him, "Gaby, don’t cause trouble."
If he used a claw, Thomas Shannon would definitely get a scar.
At that ti, if he got angry, he might want to eat tiger at.
Amidst the pain of pulling and pinching, Thomas Shannon slowly opened his eyes, and his cold eyes shot out a deep and intense rage.
But after seeing Sophie’s face, it gradually subsided.
He closed his eyes and then gradually reopened them, "What are you doing here?"
As soon as he spoke, Thomas Shannon himself was startled.
His voice was hoarse beyond belief, the burning sensation in his throat was extrely uncomfortable.
His whole body was groggy, as if his insides were being scorched by fire, unbearably hot.
Sophie withdrew her hand, her face indifferent, "Just ca to see if you’ve gone to et God."
"Heh, God wouldn’t dare to see ." Thomas Shannon struggled to sit up.
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