Pampered by My Secret Husband Chapter 912 - 914: If You Can’t, How Should I Punish You?

Seeing George Stanford, Thomas Shannon’s face turned grim, he grabbed his collar and dragged him to the bedside, "Her face hurts badly, what on earth is going on?!"

The collar was tightly grasped, George Stanford nearly couldn’t breathe, he gasped for air repeatedly, "Young Master Shannon, calm down, take it easy..."

"Calm down?" Thomas Shannon growled, "How can you expect to calm down?!"

Sophie Sullivan indeed felt imnse pain, she gazed at Thomas Shannon, speaking weakly, "Thomas Shannon, let go of Old Mr. Stanford first..."

George Stanford imdiately concurred, "Yes, yes, yes, Young Master Shannon, let go of first so I can examine Fiona."

Thomas Shannon’s ominous eyes glanced at Sophie Sullivan, only then did he gradually release George Stanford’s collar.

Freed, George Stanford instantly took a deep breath, calming his breath, then looked towards Sophie, "Fiona, tell where it hurts? What’s the nature of the pain?"

"Face... my face hurts a lot, like needles piercing."

Hearing this, a grave expression appeared on George Stanford’s face, he muttered to himself, "It shouldn’t be... How could such a situation arise..."

"What’s wrong, is the situation very serious?" Thomas Shannon stood by his side, listening clearly to his muttering.

He repeatedly claid the surgery was successful, is this his idea of success?

Thomas Shannon felt a strong urge to shoot him, Sophie Sullivan’s face was pale, Gabby suddenly beca agitated beside the bed, pacing back and forth inside the room, breathing heavily, howling at both George Stanford and Thomas Shannon.

Those tiger eyes, staring at them fiercely as if looking at enemies.

As if ready to pounce anyti and snap their necks.

"Fiona, do you trust ?" George Stanford didn’t respond to Thomas Shannon, but looked at Sophie, asking solemnly.

Sophie nodded, "I trust you."

George Stanford’s tightly knit brows imdiately relaxed, he smiled, "Alright, I need to perform a minor surgery on you right away."

Saying this, he turned to look at Thomas Shannon beside him, "Young Master Shannon, this ti the surgery plan was bold and aggressive. Now Fiona has developed the anticipated condition, I must perform a minor surgery imdiately to relieve her pain."

"Didn’t you say the surgery was successful?" Thomas Shannon felt deceived, his face turned nacingly dark.

George Stanford rarely admitted his mistake, "Apologies, Fiona’s recovery ability is always astounding, I expected the sa this ti. I didn’t foresee the problem, it’s my mishap."

"Do you have the confidence this surgery can relieve her pain?" Thomas Shannon glanced at Sophie Sullivan, glaring sharply at George Stanford, "If not, how should I punish you?"

"Young Master Shannon, if I can’t relieve Fiona’s pain, I’ll leave my hands to you, I won’t touch a surgical knife ever again!"

This statent was undoubtedly a Military Order.

Thomas Shannon nodded, his lips curled coldly, "Alright, I’ll trust you once more."

"Young Master Shannon, I must clarify one thing, this surgery aims to resolve Fiona’s sudden, needle-like facial pain. After the surgery, the wound will have so pain, painkillers need to be taken appropriately..."

George Stanford felt it’s better to explain clearly, otherwise, these hands might really be wasted.

Thomas Shannon nodded, he pushed George Stanford aside, ca to the bedside, and leaned down to hold Sophie Sullivan’s hand, "Fennie, hang on a bit longer, it will be alright soon."