Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 911 - 913: Thomas Shannon, My Face Hurts So Much

It seems like wanting to wake Sophie Sullivan.

This scene truly moves people.

Thomas Shannon recalled Sophie ntioning that Gaby likes to have its head patted, so he reached out and patted its head, "Fennie is alright."

Even Thomas Shannon himself didn’t know why he was saying these things to Gaby.

In the end, he could only comfort himself by acknowledging that, no matter what, Gaby is Sophie’s pet; since she was in a coma, comforting her pet was necessary.

The nurses dared not push, so Thomas Shannon waved his hand, signaling the n in black to step forward and push.

Gaby lowered its claw, stood aside, and followed the bed as it was pushed into the room.

Thomas Shannon sat at the bedside, holding Sophie’s slightly cool hand. Half of her face, which underwent reparative surgery, was wrapped in thick gauze, faintly stained with blood.

The process of restoring her appearance was painful, and every surgery was painful as well.

Fortunately, this was already her last surgery.

She would never have to endure such pain again in the future.

Thomas Shannon suddenly began to look forward to a fully recovered Sophie, who would surely be radiant and spirited.

Gaby lay at the bedside, occasionally lifting its big head to look at Sophie; seeing she hadn’t awakened, it rested its head back on its claw.

Pain.

Pain like thousands of tiny needle tips pricking her face simultaneously.

Sophie Sullivan slowly opened her eyes, a groan of pain, faintly escaping from her pale lips.

"Fennie, you’re awake?"

A familiar voice sounded by her ear.

Her eyeballs moved, and Sophie saw Thomas Shannon sitting at the bedside; at this mont, the sky outside the window was already dark, the light inside the room bright as dayti.

Under the light, Thomas Shannon’s handso face showed signs of fatigue, and those deep cold eyes were filled with bloodshot.

Thomas Shannon heard her painful moan from just now; her gaze was dazed as she looked at him, not speaking for a long ti.

Thomas Shannon furrowed his brow, worriedly tightening his hold on her hand, "What’s wrong, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Yes...

Her face hurts badly.

Sophie furrowed her brow tightly, her facial color reflecting pain, her voice low and trembling, "Thomas Shannon, I hurt so much..."

Pain?

Thomas Shannon’s eyes darkened, "Does your face really hurt?"

Sophie blinked, then closed her eyes, as if enduring the waves of intense pain.

Thomas Shannon turned his head and angrily shouted towards the doorway, "Hurry, call George Stanford over!"

Now it was deep at night; George Stanford had been busy with surgeries all day, and he fell asleep exhausted without even having dinner.

Unexpectedly, at midnight while he was sleeping soundly, Charlie River yanked him up from the bed and dragged him to Sophie’s room.

George Stanford, in a daze, rubbed his eyes with one hand, muttering, "What’s going on here? Slow down... young man, slow down."

Charlie River hurriedly pulled him along, "The madman has awakened, and now her face hurts badly, Dr. Stanford, go take a look!"

Hearing this sentence, George Stanford was startled awake, fully alert and wide awake.

"What do you an?"

"Just as it says, Dr. Stanford, go take a look, and you’ll know."

Once he reached Sophie’s room, just stepping inside the doorway, he heard the painful groan from Sophie, a sound truly suppressed until unbearable level of pain.

The broken moan slipped from her mouth, the hand gripping the bedsheet, the blue vein on the back of her hand bulging.